Promised Land

May 18, 2009
By Tara Ramsey SILVER, Shelton, Washington
Tara Ramsey SILVER, Shelton, Washington
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Sitting, staring into space,
A line of drool runs down my face
Eyes closed tight, head in the sky,
Far away I want to fly
To the sun, to the moon
on the whispers of the noon
Fly me away, Mr. Man
To the parking lot, my promised land

The author's comments:
I got bored one day in my history class, so I wrote down what
I happened to be thinking at the time. I get pretty side tracked.

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