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every night i pray to god hopeing he listening i go to bed hungery in sad mom run out dads a drunk older brother left i sit in my room on my bed wepping hopeing every thing will be alright. i got to school with holes in my shoes scares on my arm. pleading the teachers will help me.Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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| she going 2 kill u | 1 | 11/10/2009 |
| lost | 0 | 11/10/2009 |
| no title | 0 | 09/29/2009 |
| on the street | 1 | 09/26/2009 |
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