Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Poetry

Words flit about
like a million
beautiful
butterflies.

I catch them in my net,
and stick them to my paper.

They make a pretty
picture.

Oh, look at me.
Aren't I poetic?


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  1. Josie JuárezJuly 13, 2010 at 11:23 PM

    YES.

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  2. UnknownAugust 12, 2010 at 8:02 AM

    This poem should be called:

    Sometimes I hate people who try to be poetic, and tell me I'm doing it wrong. Also, I'm really sarcastic.

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