It's shot out of the sky,
It came from the stars and the moon.
It came in a basket, long and wide,
Shaped similarly to a spoon.
Something in a baby carriage,
Wailing like there's no tomorrow.
Prettied up like a Christmas package,
Far from keeping on the down low.
Abrubt ending,
That's what fate dealt it.
Yet the fate-ful cards would not
Stay in the babies hands.
(*hint hint* It's superman)
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Safe and sound (My poetry)
PoetryHey everyone. This is just another book filled with my poems. Feel free to point out mistakes. If you don't like it, don't read it. Please vote and comment. Don't be a silent reader, tell me what you think. If you would like to send any covers or ba...
