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The eye of the beholder
Tells a story,
Sometimes it's colder,
And others it's gory.
The stomach of steel,
Is an unpleasant sight.
Digesting horrible meals
With all of it's might.
The hand of the carrier
Buries your fears.
Builds up a barrier
No signs of tears.
The toe of the dancer
Is saver of fall.
Light as an prancer
But stiff as a doll.
Again...it's unique...I did it during art class.
Thanks guys! I'm not good at rhyming poems but people keep emailing me saying for me to rhyme in my poetry :S
Tells a story,
Sometimes it's colder,
And others it's gory.
The stomach of steel,
Is an unpleasant sight.
Digesting horrible meals
With all of it's might.
The hand of the carrier
Buries your fears.
Builds up a barrier
No signs of tears.
The toe of the dancer
Is saver of fall.
Light as an prancer
But stiff as a doll.
Again...it's unique...I did it during art class.
Thanks guys! I'm not good at rhyming poems but people keep emailing me saying for me to rhyme in my poetry :S