mandag 15. september 2014

Poem about The Schoolyard

The schoolyard 
The feeling i get every time I stand there
Is a feeling that is good, feeling no fear. 
What i saw, what i smelled, what i felt, what i tasted 
Something likely last weekend when a was wasted.   

The schoolyard is nice and it gets me in a good mood  

I like the schoolyard as much as food. 

This poem has no meaning as well
My name is Maxi but people keep calling me Mell. 


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