Thursday, June 13, 2013

Commencement (a poem when given random words to use)

Being in love is grand, Furthermore
Reaching for the highest point
makes you shine like Aluminium
It's a Treat
to see a Flicker in the woods
to speak the Latin language
colorful like a Peacock
and now I am Hurried
to end this poem. Tragic

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