I am me,
Who else could I be?
Shouts the girls with lots of glee.
The sounds of the trees
Harp with thee
A song we are singing,
Let's go and see
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Unfinished Poems
PoetrySometimes I write in the early morning hours. When everyone else is sleeping and I'm the only one up, inspiration sparks.
12/1/21
I am me,
Who else could I be?
Shouts the girls with lots of glee.
The sounds of the trees
Harp with thee
A song we are singing,
Let's go and see
