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shanerobitaille:

What would it be like
To be a duck?
To paddle in water,
To wallow in muck?

If I were a duck
I think I might choose
A pond in a meadow
Where there’s quiet to muse.

There wouldn’t be strife
I’d frolic in peace.
We’d all get along,
Except maybe the geese.

No chores, no school
No homework to…

poemsofdreams:

Look at me today
Just see how I have changed
I used to be that little girl who cried
Alone and scared
And I would say
I’m by myself

I used to cry myself to sleep
Just stay in bed so I could weep
I’d think of you and I would sigh
I didn’t know if I’d survive

But now I’ve grown
And now I see
That…