Monday, May 24, 2010

Narrative poetry



over the rainbow<3

were the rain always die's

were their is only happyness

their is no sarrow or pain

only the dreams of people going through the sky

the thing that makes everything ok

the thing that after a horrible rainstorm

the sky brighten,the clouds clear,the sun shines

AND THE RAINBOW COMES OUT TO GIVE POPLE HOPE AND DREAMS WERE THAT WONDERFUL POT OF GOLD IS SAID TO BE

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