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Once I was,
A place that you call home.
Something comforting and alive.
Now I am but,
A broken window,
In your sickly lying life.
Once I was,
A lone tree,
A maple standing strong and tall.
Now I am,
A marketing scheme,
Pressed and printed,
For the world to read.
Sam1891 on Mar 8, 2009, 10:27 pm
Why thank you! I just jotted these down for my english class, so I'm glad to know they were completly awful XD
Pete Hood on Mar 8, 2009, 11:49 am
A strong, effective piece, getting the idea across in a few words.