I Stroll, Pretty, Puddles Poem by lexxiey scott

I Stroll, Pretty, Puddles



I stroll down a road
rocks pebbles and dirt is there
lastly there is you

So pretty is it
just sitting there all alone
and you want it so

The rain it rolls down
as its coming to a stop
making a puddle
(3 shot hiakus)

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Emily Oldham 17 October 2008

nice, thanks

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