HOW CAN I FLYA Poem by Mae Owens To the ski
I reach for the moon.
I try to fly with a broom. To count the moon. How can it be true. If i don't believe in you. the skies are blue. How many can i do. There's know other way. To reach out to you. On a silver spoon. And that's the really truth. That's why i stuck with you. That show you. How much i really loves you.
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Added on April 7, 2017 Last Updated on April 7, 2017 Author
Mae Owensst. louis, MOAboutI like to write and i want to be a book writer one day, and i can draw , crochet and make dolls out of clothes, but i love to write and when i start writing, it's hard for me stop. more..Writing
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