Kate Cornwell: Stories of my life

Kate Cornwell: Stories of my life


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Weather

When the weather started to turn 

All I could feel was the burn 

Of all the lies that were told 

From the days of old 

Wondering what I had been expecting in return 

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November 30, 2025
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