Poems by Bree

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  • Love is misunderstood in so many ways,
    It is a certain phase...

  • Lucy (1)

    Little Lucy was left behind,
    Looking at a little luminous light...

  • School in the beginning is said to be cool
    But as time goes on you work like a mule...

  • While walking down the hall
    Many people going every which way...

  • They come in packs or singles,
    You pull them down to tinkle...