Look at My FreedomA Poem by FugitiveBalloonsAnother Poem written in class, If you want more details read my note :)
I always look outward to the
freedom beyond the door. Trees and flowers Bloom there. The sun is always shinnying bright. The always tell me 'The grass, It only seems greener on the other side' OH! But how the grass does look greener and softer! Like a Bed were only the sweetest dreams do come. I can leave when I want. I may come and go as I please. But, I always stay looking outward at the freedom beyond the door. © 2011 FugitiveBalloonsAuthor's Note
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