Poor little girl
Little match boxes for sale.. in the hands of a poor little girl long nice hair she wants her mother to brush it again "can I buy this medicine by these match boxes? ,please, sir! my mother suffers from illness, believe me, I swear! " poor little girl in the cold winter her tears melt the snow her face misery show can you be too kind? buy some of these matches warm her days grow her hope let her smile poor little girl.
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Mr-Night
Hi, I have being writing poetry for 5 years, I have the idea of making the world better for living with a word or act or even a smile :) Please help me to enhance my poetry with your kind comments, and correct me if I'm wrong ( off course since...
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