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Mar 22, 2009
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Symphony in Vile
Words of vile
stung her cheek
hurled without
regard.
For a little girl,
the mental abuse
can leave the
worst of scars.
She wrote her
feelings on
scraps of paper;
they became
her voice.
Tear stained,
they now
lie beneath
her breast.
As the
nightingales
sang faintly
outside
her window
ledge,
she heard their
random notes
as she fell
asleep crying
in her bed.
Someday she
will share
a poem
for all
the world
to read,
just as those
random notes
of singing birds
had become a
symphony.
— Janice Pearce, Mar 22, 2009
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prayersbyPatty
17 years 2 months ago
Jan
Janice Pearce
17 years 2 months ago
Symphony in Vile
Rett
17 years 2 months ago
Oh my Janice
Janice Pearce
17 years 2 months ago
Symphony in Vile
barbsdad2003
17 years 2 months ago
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Janice Pearce
17 years 2 months ago
Symphony in Vile
barbsdad2003
17 years 2 months ago
Wow!
Janice Pearce
17 years 2 months ago
Kind Sir
nokros
17 years 2 months ago
Symphony in Vile
Janice Pearce
17 years 2 months ago
Symphony in Vile
Wafi
17 years 2 months ago
Symphony In Vile.
Janice Pearce
17 years 2 months ago
Symphony in Vile
themoonman
17 years 2 months ago
Janice...
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17 years 2 months ago
Richard
deelilah
17 years 1 month ago
Hello Janice
Janice Pearce
17 years 1 month ago
Symphony in Vile
Craig Norris
17 years ago
symphony in vile
Janice Pearce
17 years ago
Symphony