January 2, 2011
By Singer1127 SILVER, Bellevue, Washington
Singer1127 SILVER, Bellevue, Washington
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My life was short
Short indeed
I was first picked up
And blown with a sneeze
I was then crumpled
And thrown in the trash
Never to be seen
Except by a rat
Who am I?

The author's comments:
This is a poem I wrote a while back that is definitely juvenile but I feel that there are few poets who submit to Teen Ink who have rhythmic poetry. And it is a fun way of percieving...hopefully you can guess

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