The Playing FieldA Poem by JaredThank you. What are you? What am I? Are you me? Am i you? Is there anything different? Are we all just the same clay shaped differently? No we are not. For the differences are what make us who we are. But there is something we all are. We are all players on this great field. We are contestants in this show We are fish in this sea. We were we are we will always be Contestants.
© 2010 JaredAuthor's Note
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Added on April 16, 2010 Last Updated on April 16, 2010 AuthorJaredKYAboutHi,my name is Jared. Writing you could say is a great passion of mine. I have been writing for a while. I am also involved in the speech and forensic team at my school. I also have a youtube chan.. more..Writing
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