The smell of the fire
The fun of the mess
We shall never tire
We hope this night is endless
As the flames grow higher
It was great nonetheless
Our taste buds sing like a choir
The food relieves all of the stress
The fun made us feel lighter
It was the best
Though now we grew tired
It was over then I guess
Next time we will plan prior
This is one I found while looking through my autobiography from 7th grade. It is so bad lol!
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My Sad Poems
PoezjaJust some poems I made. They all belong to me unless stated otherwise.
