Dear IreneA Poem by Jane Doe
Dear Irene,
I sincerely hate you, Your winds, Your loud and evil thunder, And your stupid ickyness. I'm scared for you to hit, A few more hours, We can then make amends, Then on the cost of destruction maybe we can be friends. 8am your cruel catastrophe hits, Hopefully the damage is done, And you move on, Claiming no lives nor witnesses of the young. I sincerely hate you, Your winds, Your loud and evil thunder, And your stupid ickyness. © 2011 Jane Doe |
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1 Review Added on August 26, 2011 Last Updated on August 26, 2011 AuthorJane DoeFLAboutI miss the way words would flow out on to a page and express my deepest concerns so I have returned. more..Writing
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