This is my first time posting here….oh the pressure.
These people you see Around me, They are amazing, but I believe that their literary talent far eclipses mine, especially that of Fledermaus (who has a magnificent name). But, I believe I shal talk about my life, since it is a topic I seem to know the most about. You see, I was born in a winter of ice and snow. A winter where, coincidentally, Paper Crane was also born. It was very cold (when is it not) and probably unpleasant, but its good I got that over with way back when I can't remember any details. Anyways, where was I. Oh yes, winter of ice and snow. So after this winter I grew a little bit, then a lot, then a little, then lots more, and this trend continued on until present. There, my life in but a few sentences, which make it seem like I was far to little for far to long, oh well.
HAH you S.S.
ReplyDeleteI object. Your poem had substance.
ReplyDeleteAND soul.
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