imported_Amber
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So i was bike riding around the neighborhood one day alone and thought of this poem:
No children are to be seen,
Not even through a window screen
No children are to be heard,
Except that of a single bird
Nothing is to be moved,
except the tires of my bike like horse hooves
The clouds are grey as if to say,
That it will rain go home and stay
As the peddles of my bike get louder,
The clouds start to sound like thunder
Finally im in the house where the rain cant get me not even a mouse
I really want everybody who answers this question to be honest, cause i want to know how it sounds to people besides me.
THANK IN ADVANCE!! ALL ANSWERS ARE APPRECTIATED!!
No children are to be seen,
Not even through a window screen
No children are to be heard,
Except that of a single bird
Nothing is to be moved,
except the tires of my bike like horse hooves
The clouds are grey as if to say,
That it will rain go home and stay
As the peddles of my bike get louder,
The clouds start to sound like thunder
Finally im in the house where the rain cant get me not even a mouse
I really want everybody who answers this question to be honest, cause i want to know how it sounds to people besides me.
THANK IN ADVANCE!! ALL ANSWERS ARE APPRECTIATED!!