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written by pongster18205:04 AM 10/17/04Wind blows hard,
hard,
hard and strong,
pushing and pulling
objects.
In a tumble,
paper and many scraps
of the Earth
fly in a menacing
twist.
Hitting and tearing,
across traffic,
blinding the drivers,
causing accidents and death.
A death,
a memory flashes into my head.
I remember again,
the death of a friend. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
this was an aural poem...in class my teacher played this tape and i had to write down a poem of wat i thought i heard. and this is it. this was written last yr though.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by hobo (10-23-2004 - 01:16 AM)
| this poem looks familiar, lol. i helped write it! remember it was half mine. im jk. u helped me get going and then u finished it. |
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