Why Really
Monday, June 6, 2011
When He Plays
When
he
plays
I
fall
out
of
my
c
hair
and
onto
my
knees
When
he
plays
all
the
flowers
swap
color
a
nd
years
and
decades
and
centuries
of
rain
pour
b
ack
into
the
sky :)
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Mr. McCart
June 6, 2011 at 5:09 PM
:) I love this poem
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Meade
June 8, 2011 at 1:22 PM
You now who its about right?? :)
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Jessie Ann
June 21, 2011 at 10:53 AM
i know who its about ;)
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