Poems, poems, are everywhere On the ground and in your hair 'Cause that’s true, there’s some t… Use on up and I won’t care Read them out; don’t despair

Life is a road Everyone must take People come and go But they leave in different ways. Love is a river

The darkness eases it’s way Seeps Into my soul Willing itself To go

It’s a magical thing A pencil A thing you use Every day And take it

A drip, A drop A flip, A flop A tick, A tock On the door A clip[, A clop

Pitter Pattter Pitter Pattter Pitter Pattter Rhythm of rain On my window

Years, ticking by Ticking by By-and-by On their way To age me still

Yum! A squishy berry Fills my mouth with sweet What a taste to carry It’s something that I greet The best food every grown

The Cheetah runs The Cheetah fly’s The Cheetah jumps The Cheetah glides But it is none

A steaming kettle About to explode A moment passes by A high shriek Pierces the air

Tastes like Night air Crispy like Crunchy like Everything else

Why? Why must everyone write with woe? Why do they? Why do you think of dark? Why do people cry?

Today Is a cloudy day No. It really is. I promise.

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