DonationA Poem by Andromeda...Gillian always wore matronly dresses— Pink flowers and Laughing yellow polka-dots and Purple and green leaves. These smiling fabrics always looked gentle against her loosely-pinned hair and Hostess-blue eyes. She carried all her change— Which she collected like A boy would collect Baseball cards— In a small change purse (Colored the Light, light yellow of Homemade cupcakes). Once a week, She would gracefully pour This tinkling collection Into the red-deprived-buckets That begged outside of Wal-Mart's entrance doors.
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Added on February 8, 2008 AuthorAndromedaAboutI never know what to put in these sections. so... Me= KIM Poetic Epiphany Jesus Freak Type 1 diabetic Aspiring writer Artist Soccer player and referee Music lover Movie fanatic Good friend.. more..Writing
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