i sat on my boack porch
in fourth grade in July
fireflies shined brightly
lighting up the sky
the perfect shade of yellow-green
poked dots in the black night
all thanks to the fireflies,
10 pm was shinging bright
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Speaking Without a Mouth (Poetry Collection)
Poetrythis is a collection of poems reaching all the way back to August 2007, slowly but surely i'm adding them all in. NOTE: they are in reverse chronological order. also, not yet completely edited.
