Here is the class poem we did when everyone wrote one line and folded it up to cover the previous lines...
My hair is soaked and I found
An evil eye bracelet enclosed on my wrist
Then, to my surprise,
the downpour of the ice and quiet
on my way home they sit laughing
like knives, the yellow eyes cut through
the night, the trees,the soft lamplight.
It's a perfect day for singing a song about Obama,
Or anything else,
I stop my words wishing for
the sun, and trees and flowers,
that i seemed to have misplaced,
That I learned from Shakespeare, who
screams with sorrow, "I am fortune's fool"
*Donya Botkan*
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