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Wrapped in a cloak of green
Walking down my street
A frosty winter scene
Leaves kicking at our feet
Empty road between empty pavement
Allows us time to breathe
Away from materialistic enslavement
No need to seethe
Though cloud is abundant
And sky is thoroughly rare
Unhappiness is redundant
Just knowing that you're there





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jennnnnnn This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Apr. 27, 2009 at 3:28 am
wow this is a really intriguing poem, i like it a lot, especially 'unhappiness is redundant'. thats a pretty powerful thing to say.

itd be great if you could check out my poems/pictures thanks!
 
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