Daddy wont be coming home

by Sheep   Apr 25, 2008


*just a note: i wrote this in like the 5th grade, so it might not be as good as some of my latest poems.

The world is ending
The universe bending
Your head spins out of control

Children crying
Bombs are flying
People running to hide

How did this happen?
We could all be napping
Dreaming of a world without war....

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