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KINDNESS OF THE HEARTA kind heart is what is was, Gentle and sweet like a baby cub,Do anything for anybody that she can. Why could'nt her man understand, This woman he had was gentle and kind to anyone she find. Kindness had got filled up, No more would run out of her cup,She got mad one day and snapped and shot him up. Its not nice to fool with mother nature,when kindness came straight from her heart. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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