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written by: AngelFace44



In the corner
I quietly sit
to ponder the act
of my offense.
The error of my ways
I'm supposed to see,
then offer up
a heartfelt apology.
Sadly, this I will not do.
This act I did not commit.
My sister looks at me and laughs
for she's the real culprit.
Explanations fall on Mom's deaf ears.
No words I say will change it.
So, in the corner I will remain
and continue to quietly sit.



I have always had a love affair with books and am an avid reader. I recently started writing poetry and have fallen in love with it. Expressing myself through the written word is a great release. Sharing my work with others and being welcomed into the communities of other writers is amazing.

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