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01. Chicken Little
by Arianna Woods(Had no idea what he was getting himself into)
The sky is falling.
The sky is falling
And I can only
Gape. Bleary-eyed.
Helpless to hold it up
Unable to drag own my sorry ass
Far enough out of the hole I've dug
To run away
And I'm staring out into space
Watching it shatter
I can think of exactly
2400 situations
Where I might play this card
But I can't fathom a single way
To tell you I miss you. 11/02/2008 Posted on 11/03/2008
Copyright © 2024 Arianna Woods
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 11/03/08 at 07:05 PM if only the sky were really falling. i can only imagine the possibilites of the things i could, more importanly, the things i could say to people. nice work. |
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