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a short poem


Submitted:Jan 19, 2009    Reads: 144    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


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HIM
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There lies a book full of words
And emptied actions
Streak is his score
…The same old story untold
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There sits the writer
And his statement
Then he'll sneeze--Slowly 'till faint
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Here I am
Burning for cold
Little I am
…Little no more
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By W.A. GARCIA





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