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Found Poetry 730

8/21/21

I have a hole in my mouth
with words dirty like coal all about
saying what I want is liberty no doubt
if I am not careful they will fall out
can I bear the cost of poverty roused?
no, so even when open I keep it properly closed

This poem was created from Grimms' Fairy Tales by the Brothers Grimm. Click here to get Grimms' Fairy Tales.

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