The morning sun
Hits my face,
Is it morning,
Or just a trace?
I close my eyes
Once again,
And think how a good day
Should begin.
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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