Tuesday, September 7, 2010

I am poem

i am friendly and funny
i wonder how would i look when im older
i hear music playing
i see shawn looking at me
i want a kiss in the rain
i pretend to be a billionaire
i feel full of energy
i touch the fluffy clouds
i worry that my hair doesnt grow
i cry because my dog died
i am friendly and funny
i underdstand that im not the funniest person
i say believe in medusa
i dream about becoming successful
i try to be patient
i hope for happiness
i am friendly and funny

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