November 22, 2008
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I am trapped
In the place where flowers grow
Where the clouds roam
Where the sky is as blue as the sea

I am in the in between
Where the poppies grow
Where my life flies by
Like the golden sun

My senses are used to the max
Smell the fresh fall air
See the golden sun
Taste the sweet apple
Touch the orange leaves
Hear the wind blowing through my hair

I love it
Don’t want it to stop
But all good things must come to an end
Can’t wait until next time
When I am trapped.

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poem writer4 said...
Dec. 13, 2008 at 2:29 am
thanks guys. and billy, there is no motivation behind it. i was forced to write it
Galacticon Rex said...
Dec. 9, 2008 at 9:55 pm
Hullo Joe. It's Billy. Your poem was very good... though I'm not sure that I quite understand the motivation behind it.
briannajonesssssss112233 said...
Dec. 3, 2008 at 11:12 pm
love it joeyyyyyyy it was amazing!!!
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