SeasonsA Poem by Steven Bilodeau 1:23am
Time has curdled so thick now The times been changing, what’s new now. Pages turn, torn about. Ripped and ragged, inside-out! The season change… and so do we. Full of purple, what a treat! Sweaty thoughts of this game The end is near, what’s your name? © 2009 Steven Bilodeau |
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Added on September 23, 2009Author
Steven BilodeauStratford, CTAboutMy name is Steven Bilodeau, I am 23 years old and I am attending college. I am going for a Bachelors in Science Majoring in Biology and Minoring in Creative Writing. I'm engaged to an amazing girl whi.. more..Writing
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