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Stand Strong

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PoetBoi

Published: May 22, 2013

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I stand in awe at the strong winds blowing
Hurricanes rising and tornadoes growing
Housing blown away and long hair flowing
Killing the crops of this year's sowing.
Stay strong, dear brothers; Strong in disaster
Stout in the winds that blow ever faster
Stay strong for your children, strong for your wives,
To get to the morning you must first traverse the night.

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GoodbyeHometown

May 26, 2013

i always wonder how people do this, explain feelings. and not just explain them, also create them. make other people feel and show things they never thought they could feel or see.

i guess this also inspires me. you know, i can't write, but i just wrote what i really thought. ^

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