Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Free Association

The snow falls outside
fluffy and white like the withering cat
sweetly lying at your feet.
gently you roll to the side
as to not wake Candy,
these are the memories of my childhood.
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1 comment:

Kayla said...

There is a great amount of imagry in this poem i really liked it

April 17, 2008 at 2:29 PM

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