The next minute
full of traffic
What could be done
The slightest touch
Going one way
Up a passenger
Dashing in through
You think you see a chance
You get along for a bit, but
Have to stand still for minutes
any chance to dash foward
This is what you have
-Bree Moroz
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PoetryAs a 7th grader I thought I was intelligent. No extravagant. I thought using vocabulary beyond my understanding made me sound smart. So here are some poems I wrote back then that make some sense to me the rest have been deleted.
