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Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Narrative Poem

A beautiful day, I think to myself
The sun and the heat will surely be out
I run to  the window that's under my shelf
And look for the sun that will defiantly be about

But there it is
The wind and the rain
And there goes my bliss
Oh, such pain

All I wanted was a day to play
Amongst the beautiful summer air
Now on my mattress I shall lay
While I contemplate this unfair

I guess I will go out anyway
Into the wind that's harsh and cold
I don't care what they'll say
I just am so bold

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