My Yell This Morn....

S Sylvia Frances Chan Sylvia Frances Chan
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My Yell This Morn.... Devoted To All Readers Of World's Best Poetry, demarcations of our rights robbed of our senses not by older governments or a dictator but by one bad senior those are poets, or is there only…. one? ! without fear all years, poets come and go, how many, do you know that? with different odd names, good poets abused, he is truly amused, he is sick with jealousy, in wolf's clothes, he has no oath, those bullied poets are the best, all have passed this man, of course Poem Hunter knows about it and the rest, the bullied poets are now cured, they have landed in higher positions, dissolved to the bottom, poets want to cure, that is one thing sure! Devoted to All readers of world's Best Poetry, your Poem Hunter Poetess, she is doing what she can, she resides in Netherland.... © Sylvia Frances Chan PHOTO OF GRAVEYARD FOR BULLIERS IN ANCIENT TIMES....

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