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A Poem on Being Home….
Where we wear ankle socks, because it’s barely cold. Where we are still going to the beach and tanning in Autumn. It’s a whole new world. Where our fashion sense is improving, Where daylight savings is a thing, Where we talk slang and we understand it. Where my blog flourishes. We are so far from everything, But we can explore our backyard. Neighbours turn into friends, We are becoming humble, And we are a giving place to be. There is still room to grow, We shine and we lea


Modern Day Rap Lyrics or Poem
My wounds are deep, But my soul sings sweet, Sweet.. sweet like melodies, from you to me, Is it a story or a dream, you tell me what’s it going to be? I blog about it, yeah word, keep it real. True friends are there until the end, Through thick and thin. Be true to yourself, Is there anything more real than that? It’s the kind ones that are memorable, It’s the funny ones, and the laughter that we want to keep and seek, If the present was the future – would you be happy wi
A Poem on Shoes!
Shoes shoes, I have a lot of shoes. Old, new, and someone's old shoes. My favourite shoes, my beautiful dear shoes, when will I wear you again?! I can hardly wait, because you are my favourite shoe! Shoes for summer clothing, for summer dresses, and shorts, sneakers and flats, slip ons and some with laces. All of our favourite shoes in the shoe cardboard, however, only one pair of shoes for one outfit. Why shop for new shoes when I have all the shoes I need and love. Shoes
A Poem.
There are places to walk, And sights to see. It is like home, but different. It is cold, ice cold. “Wear a puffer” I say. Empty trees, no leaves, all about Autumn. Sometimes I miss home, All the good things we have back home. Hairdressers, beauticians, and public transport. All the good things here. The buildings are old and pretty, Home is newer, somehow. The best pistachio croissants, With moist, fresh insides. Living a free and happy life. Where freedom is our d
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