I believe I can fly
Way up in the sky
I just might die
But damn if i don't try
I believe I can see
Accross the sea
What troubles thee
Other than me
I believe I am dead
That I am made of lead
For even the bread
is the color red
I believe
On christmas eve
That I will fly
Up in the sky
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Poetry (The beginning)
PuisiHey, I've been working on some poetry for a couple months now, and I recently decided to post it on Wattpad, so here it is... But first, some things of importance: 1. Everything in the book is mine, I did not steal anything, and if anyone helps me o...
