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Scrap
Like a worthless scrap, I was torn tonight By the moonlight’s rays. Grandma, Stitch me up On your old Singer. Make me Beautiful and whole Like one of your warm, Thick quilts. And sing me that tune That will take me far away From this land. |
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Another great poem. I hope you keep it up!
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That belongs in a song!
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