.27) My Poems Hang Out On The Corner
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My poems hang out on the corner.
They go for rides with strangers.
Like any parent I worry.
When they come home for the night,
some tell me where the've been.
Others don't say a word.
There's nothing I can do.
If I gave them enough love and care
they'll be ok out there.
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