A nice poem about me

December 22, 2017
By samlarochelle BRONZE, Durham, Maine
samlarochelle BRONZE, Durham, Maine
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This poem shows what I bring into the word

Chapter 1: Me

The sky was dark,
  The man was light,
As he spread happiness throughout the night.
     Trees had cracked, tumbled upon,
However he still stands there, with a smile on.
     People sleep, without a great strain
      He still working to train his brain.
         This guy is remarkable, he spits the heat
I might even known this guy, it might be me.
I could be a poet, I don't even know it.
   I’m still out here, not even to show it

The author's comments:

My english teacher inspired me to create this piece

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