Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Seveny ninth street on the corner

A Poem by me:
Swiftly,softly, I run. The sweet auttum breeze on my shoulders , I feel the warm sun hugging me in its warmth. The strong winds blowing my hair in my face. I Reach Seventy Ninth street and step into my house. I sit on my bed and stare out the window and think. “I can be anything I want to be, I just have to be my best.”

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