Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Revised Box #15

I think of the ground, full of water and grass
Snakes all over wanting to bite my ass
Trees all rotting and covered in dew
The owl at night making its little coo
The roads all curvy, which made it hard to drive
Some people just trying to stay alive
The sun in the morning as bright as can be
Would always fill my heart with happiness and glee
The beauty of the clouds all fluffy and blue
Made you want to start your life anew
I love this place with every ounce of me
And hopefully one day it can fill your heart with glee

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