Writing
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Eleventh Grade - Anger Poem
The radiant waves of heat
Coming down upon me
As I lay in the summer sun.
Birds Chirping,
Music playing,
There’s nothing better than these days.
It’s sad though,
It’s just a dream.
Soon these days will come
But as of now it’s time to shovel.
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