It started as a doodle
Then it turned into a picture
I chose my colors carefully
They made the perfect mixtures
Soon what started as a doodle
On which I did my part
What started as a doodle
Became a piece of art
That doodle went to london
To italy, france, and back
And it started as a doodle
I swear that is a fact
And though it is no portrait
And though I charge no fee
This art represents my feelings
But the doodle represents me.
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Life of a Lonely, Wandering Soul
PuisiThis is a series of poems I, Brianna French, have written. The are completely original, and I would appreciate it if you didn't steal them. Thank you SO much for reading! I am 13 years old as of now, but I will be 14 in the July of 2013. Please feel...
