I never knew how walls were made till my other sister told me today. I wrote this poem early yesterday morning while I was asleep and half awake. Sometimes, that is when I do my best, BEST writing ever!
On all four walls, blotches of spots are everywhere. They even have wrinkles beside them.
Almost looks like a couple of kids had some fun with Paint guns and started a paint war!
I would love to see it in color rather than just white! (grin)
Written by Rebecca(Becca)P(Henry)Lang on June 17th, 2005 at 6:28am CST, DST. All rights reserved!
Personal journals are full of potential, waiting for you to add the color! Pages for you to fill in the blanks with tidbits and trivia about South Dakota
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