Sandy beaches, church every Sunday, and a big extended family who are
Angry that I drink so much to ice and snow
To sleep perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub of
Campfires and the smell of burning leaves of neon
Angry that I have worked so hard and have nothing to show when smiles came easy and
homework did too
I am from a squeaky screen door
Why do they attack you?
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3 comments:
these all connected pretty well, nicely done!
I got mmy lones from my "Graduation poem" I posted a little while ago (scroll down)
Nice job with this! And I really like that you used your graduation speech to start with!
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