Warm Winter
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| the world. | ||||||||||||||||||||
| fine, just go and be antisocial. | ||||||||||||||||||||
| The poems in this part are mostly based on observations around me, and then how they affect me or what I think of because of them. I hope that these can be as interesting as any other poems about being depressed and whiny. | ||||||||||||||||||||
Warm Winter |
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| A Pupil's March | ||||||||||||||||||||
| Closing Time | ||||||||||||||||||||
| The Race | ||||||||||||||||||||
| My Friend | ||||||||||||||||||||
| Who? | ||||||||||||||||||||
| She | ||||||||||||||||||||