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MargotDavis

  • Narrative Poetry Re: Ephemeral lives

    There I was shut in a cage, With forty others like me, Barely room to turn around, It wasn’t a good place to be. I looked out through the bars ...

    Nov 11, 2010


Life is like a bag of potatoes, it starts out rough, but can turn into something beautiful (and yummy).
— Ley