NumbersA Poem by I Am Svetlana
Two, seven
Eight, five These numbers mean nothing. Unless they mean something Then I must figure that out. They are all ages I have reached And passed. Thinking, thinking God, this is all pointless... What do they mean? We may never know. © 2009 I Am Svetlana |
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Added on December 22, 2009 Last Updated on December 22, 2009 Author
I Am SvetlanaMadison, WIAbout"If you cannot write well; you cannot think well; if you cannot think well, other's will do your thinking for you." -Oscar Wilde Hello all, my name is Emily Svetlana! I am 30 years old and wo.. more..Writing
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