Sometimes it seems as though the sky is blue.
Maybe to you, but to others the sky may look red, or perhaps a shade of green.
Or maybe other times it may seem, the ceiling may close down on top of you.
Why do we always feel the need to rhyme to the time of our own...
Lines?
See?
AN: this was a school project that I put barely any thought into, but I figured I'd post it anyway because I found it amusing.
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A Day in the Life of the Human Race (Poetry Volume I)
PoetryThis book is completely random and contains all different kinds of free-verse poetry. ❅ I don't even know where some of these came from, but are pieces of writing somehow developed from the pits of my consciousness that make me wonder what the hel...
