Deodatus Agricola Poems

You`ve got the certificate of merit
utilize it and you`ll defeat your fate
love vested in you make not a dice
in a gamble you might loose your chance
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It had miss Jeane
commit suicide
it was so loud, unseen
from its place of hide
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Before i reached for its kindness
before i touched that flower`s sweetness
it withered!
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On my feet,
seeming so fit,
yet so fumbling,
my pace slowing.
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