Miracle BubblesA Poem by Andromeda...If my childhood Were to be Summed up (By the time I learned multiplication, my childhood was all used up— Over at the age of Seven) Childhood In one word (Not a tough choice— Not really) In one word it would be this: Bubbles. Yes. Bubbles. Thirty-two fluid ounce (32 fl. Oz.) Bottles of bubbles: Clear and Smashing up against the fence (Or your hands— If the bubbles were Lucky)
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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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