Tuesday, February 22, 2011

I am poem

I am funny and sporty
I wonder about rocks
I hear dogs barking
I see my dog
I want a puppy
I am funny and sporty


I feel my dog
I touch my dog
I worry that my dog will die
I cry that my poppa died
I am funny and sporty


I understand that nothing stays the same forever
I say that there is such thing called green rose
I dream of seeing spirits in real life
I hope to become a adult
I am funny and sporty

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