Open eyes, open ears.
Too many thoughts, too many fears.
Closed mouth, Clenched fist.
Not a moment to be missed.
Became a missile from a toe.
When it's time, it is a go.
Let it out, let them know.
It's who you are, so let it show.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
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1 comment:
i want to shout at you.
not bad though....can you write a poem about how this kid annoys the crap out of his teacher all day long?
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