Today
Was picked
Fresh off the vine.
Sweet of smell,
Looking fine.
The rest,
May not
Turn out this way.
But I'll live right now,
On this so far day.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
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I began writing poems in third grade. During adolescence I wrote the bulk of my words. Expressing that urge to be understood or maybe trying to understand my own feelings. I haven't written much in the past 15 years, but I need to thank my HS English teacher for continuing as long as I did. Thanks Mr. Jim Springer!
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