What Am I?
You draw on me and I am happy, you throw me away and I am bitter.
I have a very sad life and the very second you touch me I know that soon I will despise you. Unless you keep me on your wall, no one will here my desperate call.
I hope this is a message to you to not throw us to our crucial fate, because it is more than we can bear.
So have a ball drawing on us, but please return the favour.
By Finn
Friday, December 15, 2006
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Wow...great poem Finn. I think that you must be a piece of paper?
Your photos are great as well and congratulations on being selected for the program for very special kids.
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