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Wrote this because I don't want to do my school homework and shall occupy my revision time to writing this. I haven't even wrote the poem yet or know what it's about as I write this summary but I hope nonetheless you enjoy ;-)
Submitted:Apr 16, 2012 Reads: 23 Comments: 1 Likes: 0
Life complex,
multi-navigational
woodland treks
listen to the waves,
a hero taught to his class
catch the lobster with the wraughted cage
whisper the names
to the tourists' ears, see them hear
monolopy figured station games
I call you brethren
to tell me otherwise
life is beutiful through tired eyes.
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