November 24, 2010
By Blissandchesse BRONZE, Channahon, Illinois
Blissandchesse BRONZE, Channahon, Illinois
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sweet freedom with a beat to march to.
Loose rules that you can pick and chosse.
Somthing thats there,
when silence,
is too much to bear.
Sweet to the ears heart and soul.
Making something,
you could never grasp
be all yours.
Something that if
you close your eyes tighty,
you can hear in anything
its anything that is nothing.

The author's comments:
I was inspired by my english teachers Mr. Kemock and Ms. Downey.This poem was homework from Mr. Kemock. And Ms. downey taught me about punctuation and I used it alot to influence the way this peom is read or said.

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