The wind tickles the lion’s soft cheek
While the bluebells sway musically
In the swirling wind
While the bread-and-butter flies tap dance
As the canvas of the sky
Is splattered haphazardly
With blood red and army green and
blue
Bring back memories of multi colored
Play-Doh wigs and
Midnight rendezvous with
Oreos and oranges
and
Little girls who dance in
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sorry to hop over here. i'm not a stalker, promise! even though all the other mods say i am. i'm so misunderstood :(
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And that's quite all right darling...I actually wrote this BEFORE I got sick. When I would be depressed when i got home, i would read this and remember how much fun I used to have with life, and then be happy again!
i'm such a sap. :P
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(i know, this totally helps my i-am-not-a-stalker claim. *shiftseyes*)
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He he. Sorry...that was just a tad snarky. Heart ya anyway!:P
I think I'm going to add my WA piece onto here. What do you think?
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also, I read your comment on your lj poem that you'd read Great Gatsby in school recently. I have this strange notion we just might be in the same school, because I did too, haha :)
-hersa
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haha, i don't think so- i scrolled down through your entries & you mentioned a history packet. my history teacher doesn't believe in teaching or handouts, so unfortunately, we do not. i would die for a good history teacher, lol.
added! =]
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