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Paige in my world of make-believe |
May 30th, 2007
Author's Note: The last poem that I wrote Saturday night late up in my bed...
Fireworks
By Kiowa
Watch them fly bright,
those Fireworks.
Hear them go boom,
those Fireworks.
My heart was at peace,
my mind was at wonder,
oh look at those Fireworks.
Watch them fly bright,
those Fireworks.
Hear the music play with
those Fireworks.
My hand is in yours,
my head is touching yours
as we watch those Fireworks...
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hmmmm- nice. fireworks. has
hmmmm- nice. fireworks. has a ring to it.