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Jacob Gifford Poems
what is school like?
School is like a prison We can’t leave, School is like an island
I’m a weed on A cliff, I hang out with An eagle, but maybe the Flowers are the weeds.
When the earth quacks, and the forest shakes, the animals run and cower But when it's all over the earth
what is the point of life
What is the point of life if it is just disappointments? What is the point of life if we are just going to die? What is the point of life if we just get divorced? What is the point of life if we just get in trouble?
I love you for the millionth time
Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter
Soft fluffy Snow fresh on frozen ground, Green grass, and newly blue blooming buds bulging from all around,
I Didn't Mean Too
If I had a rose for every sorry, I'd have picked a whole field. I'm sorry for all I have put you through,
I'm still here waiting
I'm sorry for the day I had to leave, But you got to believe, It wasn't goodbye,
I’m here to stay
Despite the doubts and troubles, that you have gone through, There is no doubt about are love. Though many now change partners when they want to, You’ve found your one and chosen not to move.
You'll Never Know How Much I Love You
My love for you will infinitely grow, I promise I love you with all my body, heart, and soul. When I feel your skin, at first touch,
I Couldn't Ever Love Anyone Else
My skin poured red, It Felt like swords had stabbed me dead, Love was a word, I never herd,
Walk This Earth With Your Hands In Mine
Don't ever let go, Don't ever give in! Hold me close, Hold me tight,
A Stary Sky Given For Love
I Hope You Remember Me
My love for Her will last forever, Her skin against mine, as soft as a feather,
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what is school like?
School is like a prison
We can’t leave,
School is like an island
We are all trapped,
School is like a pie
It is good at first until you reach the crust,
School is like a toilet
It is full of germs,
School is like a salad
You have to put something on it to make it better,
School is like a stupid cat
It never dies,
School is like a garbage truck
It smells, it’s big and you can here it from a mile away,
School is like a baby
It always needs your attention,
School is like a shark
It just keeps chasing, ...