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Predator
If you were to die today I would not morn your death But instead rejoice for the world That it would be a safer place For young and tender girls Who don't yet know what they need A bit lost along their way Making them perfect victims For predators like you. Yes, the world could use less of ones like you Tell me, how will I keep my daughters safe? You who lie waiting in the underbrush To damage for the purpose of your ego Our future mothers. Will they be unable to keep their daughters safe too? Other Personal Poetry
["Just One Thing" ["Poetry for Children"
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