Teach 'em while they're youngA Poem by ChaotickittyPlastic forks, Stuck in shields of styrafoam Plates. Newspaper hats, Blow in the wind. The remains of condiment filled water balloons, Plaster the crumbling wall. Flattened grass and broken twigs, As far as the eye can see. Make-shift cages for captured enemies, Tower at either end of the field. Dinner's over, In march the troops, Prepared for another battle. © 2008 Chaotickitty |
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1 Review Added on May 31, 2008 AuthorChaotickittyDayton, OHAboutIm clumsy, i trip alot, i often say the wrong thing, i dont pronouce things correctly all the time, and im a total dork. but im cool with that. :) its who i am. Chrystyan, kitty is my nickname though... more..Writing
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