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#WritcoPoemPrompt11
The days were unending as were the nights,
She waited and waited and waited,
But there seemed no hope in sight…
Only pain in tights, only raining clouds. She was born in March.
© umuntu mutwe
The days were unending as were the nights,
She waited and waited and waited,
But there seemed no hope in sight…
Only pain in tights, only raining clouds. She was born in March.
© umuntu mutwe
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