| Poem 6 | ||||||||||||||||
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| Happy poetry is impossible.. here's my try ~_~ Sarah, the Creator of Odds and Ends | ||||||||||||||||
| Free | ||||||||||||||||
| Free was the way they were supposed to be. As the boat outside pulls into in the harbor right in view outside their barred windows something that looks like a smile crosses their faces. They hurry out in a single line, trying to disguise their joy. A man named Bill is stopped for smiling and looking nervous he is sent back to the dark of the prison. The rest hurry onto the boat. When the boat takes off.. oh how they sigh! So happy are they! Sent to a prison... solitude.. captured while fighting for their cause. Now they can leave go home to jobs, family, and friends. HOME! Home to them and everything they care about because Free was the way they were supposed to be |
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