backpackerA Poem by Penn Writeswell
One strap back pack Its color: pitch black Its shape: triangular sack Step back Click clack Goes the buckle Grasped between my knuckles It holds what I need It holds what I read It’s built just for me Its application is necessity It fits me so definitely It is my destiny… © 2008 Penn Writeswell |
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Added on March 1, 2008 AuthorPenn WriteswellLos Angeles, CAAboutI'd like to think of myself as a gentleman of sorts. Writing is not one of my stronger points, but I pride myself in being as correct as possible when it comes to English, as it was...is. more..Writing
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