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The Sandbox

Poetry By: devilrod

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Submitted:Aug 11, 2008    Reads: 171    Comments: 5    Likes: 5   

So a fish has it's gills

And I have my will

But where will it end

And when will a new day begin

Tomorrow, I guess

I remember the sandbox had so much possibilty

To a creative child

So much of a dream to bear

And now too bare

Could we bury our heads, and manifest

Or raise our smiles as a toaste

To that limitless expression

Right now


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