All Poems Are Written by steven I have spread the sheet to my bed Now that there is no more experien Now there is no more poetry, and n There is nothing new to write abou Under the sun or far away from bey 7
My Wishes by steven My wishes—for all their dreams, I wish i could help, i wish i coul The frost on the glass and hope fo Not the stress but ease, and for t To laugh at me when I wish; 3
Writers VIII by steven I don’t try too hard They can’t help Enough but loosen Their shacks and Jump down from their 1
Woods by steven Today is never as lifeless like da Was meant to be; the woods are idl And birds pestering a harmless tre And the squirrels knitting fiercel And different people walking throu 1 3
