Or, "In Which a Young Poet Poses as a Pro, Actively Atriculates Aliteration, Miscalculates Misspellings, and Cataloges Creativity."
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Forever in Red
11th
What if they hid forever in a fire hydrant, And it waits there at every corner Safely incased in red; Only freeing itself in jets of cold water During summertime
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