I am QuickA Poem by Eliza PleasantAnother poem written in my class... Enjoy!Quick Cunning Sly Each muscle is tense, they almost snap. I see him. He senses danger. Will he run? The night hides me admiringly. Am I destined to do this? A sharp pain in my stomach shouts yes. I am quick. He is gone. © 2009 Eliza Pleasant |
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2 Reviews Added on November 29, 2009 AuthorEliza PleasantLubbock, TXAboutMy dreams have taken a complete U-Turn. I still have a slight glimmer, a little bit showing that I want to write for a living. So, here's that glimmer. I have lived a number of years that has offer.. more..Writing
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