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Created on: October 22, 2009
I am an orphan from the clouds
I ride the skies looking down
The smiles that are so fake
The houses are made
The time that goes by the friends that are late
A wonderful day short lived but okay, The water is right I fill with delight
I powder my nose Leave a little left for my toes
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Poetry: Orphans
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