"I come from..."
Today, I'm going to try a little impromptu poetry.
I come from a place where bicycles roam
Where even the strangest feel right at home
I come from a place so pretty and green
Eugene
I come from a town where art is a right
Where fog creeps along and swallows the light
I come from a town with sights so serene
Eugene
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Sunday Scribblings - 3/22/09
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1 comment:
Very nice!
I wish I could be more poetic. Sometimes, I feel it...it just won't work its way out.
xoxo
AGirlNamedMe
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