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Wednesday, February 8, 2012

My Arm

Words heard long ago.
This arm is my arm.
No one else's
I make what I will with it.
What I make I make with it
It is my arm alone
It's strength my own
And through it I will create my way
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  1. AnonymousFebruary 27, 2012 at 11:23 PM

    I enjoy reading your poetry. You should write more.

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