Friday, September 27, 2013

My Poem

Where I'm from the feel of the breeze makes me feel free
Look at me I'm holding boiling sand in my hand.
Yelling  like my dad to the dog dashing through the water splashing.
Cousins sitting on the beach listening to the seagulls screech.
diving in the sea as if I was a dolphin.  

Listening to dubstep vibrating to my ear you might not know that it feels really weird.

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