Ottava Rima Poem by Justin Reamer

Ottava Rima



A beautiful day it appears,
To see such a beautiful sky;
And I have no such fears,
When I am going to fly;
For life is like string to shears,
So all you can do is try;
You got to give it your best,
Before you go to eternal rest.

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Justin Reamer

Justin Reamer

Holland, Michigan
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