IcyA Poem by Beatrice Mars
You said you didn't mind,
So I took (Your idea) The opportunity To get away, But I didn't get Far because everything Was all Icy, (I was slipping and sliding all over the place.) But that's ok, (You said, Trying not to laugh) We'll fly And although It's all cold up there (we'll probably freeze to death) It will look pretty. © 2009 Beatrice Mars |
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Added on December 23, 2009 Last Updated on December 23, 2009 AuthorBeatrice MarsUnited KingdomAboutI'm an 19 year old girl. Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which was Apart, intr.. more..Writing
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