HolesA Poem by Nicole ReneeTitle poem
Hurrying up to please the Warden, Our bodies feel sore and we’re working like mad, the pain Making us feel Like we’re just losin’ our minds for nothin’. Oh look, some Eagles are flyin’ over everyone’s heads, the feeling of Soarin’ out of this hell hole seeming like a brand new heaven.
© 2009 Nicole ReneeAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on October 4, 2008 Last Updated on April 14, 2009 Previous Versions AuthorNicole ReneeAnoka, MNAboutI usually write poetry and short stories, yet I always come up with good ideas for novels. I did have a long biography on here,but when Charlie deleted everybody's work off of here on Friday the 13th,.. more..Writing
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