Poetry for the youth
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Thinking about the day I went wild
One time I sat in a corner in my room
One day I sat in a corner in my room
Hours passed
Days and weeks
Nothin speaks
Like poetry speaks
My hand meets the wall
Tickling it like a small child
Thinking about the day I went wild
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