poem

Mar 27, 2005 17:02

i wrote this poem for my sisters birthday. it will probobly be raining when she gets it and i am very cheep.


Oh Sister, where art thou?
Far, far away.
The snow is retreating,
The rain halts delay.
But silver is beautiful,
frozen or runny.
And far more expressive,
Than humid or sunny.
As presents shower you,
Please do not dread.
I did not have gold,
I sent silver instead.
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