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One Husband, One Wife, Five Children and Everything in Between

This is a poem that the oldest wrote today. I love the creative prose of my little writer:


what is life?
is life rain?
is life snow?
isn’t life that drop of grief?
isn’t life a horror high?
or is life that simple thing?
is it good or is it bad?
is it hard or is it soft?
not the most simple thing.
not to hard or soft.
not to out of this world.
What is life?
do we know if its good?
who will tell us?
well I know who,
but do you?


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