Blog Add On: Poems

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Psst!

New addition: poems. 
I'm not very good at writing them, but I hope everyone likes them.
First poem will be posted on Friday.
Topic: E_ _ _ o _ _r  A _ _ _ _ m _

 Bye!!
Signed,
Melody Venerie Vega

P.S. Those who guessed the topic right will get a special shout-out in my next post, so please comment!

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