Ephraim
From names that fell down,to names that wield a crown.
With pictures that tell a thousand tales,
even one of the humble snail.
Oh words that lie,
oh words that make me cry.
Through sad and happy times,
boredom is a crime.
Ephraim
Poetry by MA 5A
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Written on 2011-02-18 at 12:10
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