After Walking To Class

August 14, 2009
By NicD. GOLD, St. Charles, Missouri
NicD. GOLD, St. Charles, Missouri
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When I sit in the grass,

Little green needles prickling my legs;

I look at the trees,

Creatures that hold giant green pom-poms

And I see the clouds,

Shape shifters slowly traveling the world

Hanging overhead, giving an empty sky company.



As I sit, I see you, and them, and they.

All ignorant of the gorgeousness endowing euphoria.



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