A Poem For A Grade, rate it:
A Walking Memory
WHats the point of living,
your only reward is death,
it takes away your life form,
takes away your breath.
Some die before others,
some are already died
some are still living,
there hearts filled with dread.
Okay, what do ya think so far? I'm still working on the rest, I make this poem, and get an easy A!
May 11, 2002
- May 11, 2002
- RockinRose
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