"Poetry is like
a nice big quilt,
with words
and pictures,
pieced together."
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
storm
The waves grew choppy. The wind blew. As I held close to you. The ship creaked. It broke in half. "Help!" I cried. The wind sighed. Then gathered me up, Like a cup. Then I heared, "Cast off!" Then, I realized, It had been a dream!
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