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A collection of my poetry, usually written for the first time here. Love, confusion, and apologies are assembled here - all of those feelings that sometimes need to get out.

Thursday, January 24, 2008

English Randomness

I was sitting in English and this is what came out of my pencil:

When ginger winds and flightning doves,
do fly above the mountains high,
When feathers float, all white and grey,
clouds graze across a dappled sky.
Posted by FoShnazzle at 9:37 PM

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