Sunday, January 15, 2012

High School Poetry gone wrong

This cross between a song from Pocahontas and Louis Armstrong is pretty inspiring. 

As I look outside I see the breeze. Caress the leaves from the trees. Carry them all around. Gently laid upon the ground I see the birds so high above. Their song sing like the wind. Laid upon their soft sweet wings. As they start their graceful gentle descent. Delivering a message that heaven sent. One thing I know and will hold so dear. When I see them fly I will feel you near.

I just don't think this will work. He see's birds and thinks of me. I see birds and think they're going to poop on me. 

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