Coming

June 17, 2009
By Jessica Graves SILVER, North Bend, Washington
Jessica Graves SILVER, North Bend, Washington
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Wind scatters over pebbles.
Frozen.
Walking.
Loping.
The sun will rise another day.
Taste it in music.
When it arrives,
Please tell me,
When can I?
When you are old.
My mother said.

The author's comments:
I produced this poem with random words.

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