The Poem Girl
"Poetry is like a nice big quilt, with words and pictures, pieced together."
Thursday, September 6, 2012
Selene
Selene sat on the bed and cried.
Even though nobody had died.
Selene would weep and weep.
Beacause she did not want to sleep.
She wept untill she slept.
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