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Friday, September 21, 2012

Poem in Progress

I sorta got stuck, but I will work on it.

Eighteen

Oh how I wish I was eighteen again,
when nothing mattered but counting ten;
boyfriends numbered zero,
and the world soon resembled Nero's.

2 comments:

  1. This may not be complete yet, but I liked how the rhyming in this poem sounded. :)

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  2. Thanks Andrew. Getting up at 4 Mon-Fri and then other work, I get so tired.

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