Birthday cakes overrun
by your time in the sun-
Sadness, laughter,
is it all ever after?
Run, daughter, run,
into the hands of the
one who created you.
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Poems of my fathers draw near
- Gisella Perezarce
- Pasadena, California, United States
- Inspired by the poems of my great-grandfather, grandmother, and my father, my sister and I continue to write. This is a simple offering of mine.
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MAKE OF THIS A LLULLABY SONG
STRUM YOUR GUITAR
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