My poems. Enough said, I'm sure. 
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Thy sly smile beckons many to your arms,
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An Angel,'tis a sight to see,/
Haloed, holy, God's vessels to be true.100 words, 4 comments, on Apr 6 4:58 PM -
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Why is this curse upon me?
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They hang there above all,
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Burst of color flash 'hind closed lids,
dreams drawing power from ancient druids, -
Death then creeps from door to door,/
a crawling mist one must deplore,
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lol we used the same picture for our poetry catergory
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