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by Joseph Mar 27, 2008 category : Dark, fantasy / dark, horror
The sky is black, the day is bright, the pavement is hard, the grass is green there are different seasons, but which one will I like, there are different seasons id like to die in, so difficult to choose, winter, summer, or fall, or maybe I will slowly bleed and then I can see them all.
by Robie Lincer
You should add more to the poem ... you have good potential, but you should write a little longer, and add more imagination or rhyme to it... keep it up