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Random First Lines:I began working on this novel over the summer of 2011 when I was mad at my mom and ran to my room to to something where I could vent. Little did I... » Read
By Jett Watson
A short poem describing summer, in the terms of a lazy, heat-wary being, such as myself.
I am not gifted with the art of poetry, but this was one lucky happenstance where the poem in question simply plopped itself down in my mind and made itself comfortable. It was really rather convenient,...