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Early in the morning
the bird sings to all the lost bees in the tress and early in the morning the child awakes for there and then they must frolick and early in the morning the mother rests unless of course the child is restless and early in the morning the sea breeze picks up and blows us all away and early in the morning the world awakes to the start of the working day and early in the morning the person screams and awakes all who weren’t awake and early in the morning the police arrive and find the dead body of Mr. Fry and early in the morning the stench of blood haunts Mabel Road till the dawn of time because early in the morning Mr. Fry had died with his son viewing him as unfit because one late afternoon Mr. Fry was sitting And he looked at his son with hatred for earlier that morning the son had told his father that he found a man. Yet despite what you may have thought the son did not kill Mr. Fry Mr. Fry fell down his stairs and landed brutally on the bottom his son was at the door for Mr. Fry had finally accepted his son what a terrible story for what could have been a real apology.
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I've reached out to several members of the LGBT+ community and have collected first person accounts on what it is like to be them. Here are the results:
We are conquering
We are surviving Their words mean nothing We have prevailed. This is our future We finally have one We know we are strong Because we lived. There once was no hope No place for our lives We were thrown around It was so tough. We prevailed through it We pushed past their walls We told them no way Our lives matter too. Remember this child Your parents fought hard So you can be you We fought for you. |
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