Poetry - monthsJanuary is when we all stay up late, Whether with family or out on a date.Poetry - months
February is when my birthday does dwell. A month of love, not hatred or hell.
March is the month of the Irish and clover; We all now rejoice because winter is over!
April. A month when the skies seem to cry. As it rains and it rains our moods do turn wry.
May is the month of colour and flowers. That's why we thank April for all of it's showers!
June is the month when some fish for trout. It's also the month when when all the schools get out.
July is in summ
Poetry - This is my lifeThis is my life. It's dreary and bleak. Never to find, the answers I seek.Poetry - This is my life
This is my life. I call it my own. Trudging to school, then coming straight home.
This is my life. And when I do die, the dark will have ended. I'll live out the lie.
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.:: Death is only the Beginning ::.
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