UntitledA Poem by The High PoetJust a little something I wroteI sat on my chair Pulling out my hair All because I looked inside So why am I so surprised To see the the things I saw in there All the while sitting on my chair © 2010 The High Poet |
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Added on August 4, 2010 Last Updated on August 4, 2010 AuthorThe High PoetGuelph, Guelph, CanadaAboutOnce I ran and hid my face Scared to face my disgrace Always running no way out Now I stand and shout THESE ARE MY RHYMES! When I write it's like I have tapped into some kind of creative ener.. more..Writing
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