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POOR GIRLThe things I love Cost 10 cents at yard sales Or they're free like an Off color joke from a male Anything that makes me laugh The vast sky or touch That I compose poetry Or grow plants and such Proud of what I've done For as a child a poor girl Day to day keep living As the words just whirl. 8/27/2004 0045 cj Vote for this poem
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