Rachel Mac Poems

No one gives pi much thought.
Even after it has been dutifully taught.
The numerical pi goes on forever,
Like the swish of a baseball,
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I dare you to change me, to turn me around
I'm a package already sent, a ball of string tightly wound.
I live to laugh, to love, to smile
I try to cry only once in awhile.
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They say Love lasts forever,
That Family sticks together.
But they never say one thing,
About Friendship.
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The constant patter of the rain,
Just assists the throbbing pain,
Inside my brain, inside my head,
That makes me think I'd be better off dead.
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Drip, Drip, like the dew on the grass,
You can only hope that this sadness will pass.

Wet and salty flow your tears,
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The red string connects you,
Holds you together.
To the other person, it attaches,
Acting as a tether.
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Me a dog wags his tail,
To receive my ball I shall not fail.
As I bring my ball back,
My owner takes from his sack.
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Recently, not long ago, I walked into art,
And looked my teacher in the eye, when he said that we have parts,
That represent who we are, and who we strive to be,
And that he would teach us to show them in calligraphy.
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The sun's strong light,
Banishes the snow from everyone's sight.
Bright green grass show's it's face,
Now it's back in its spring place.
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The jolly green Hat,
Boings, like a kangaroo.
Bringing laughter to children,
And smiles to adults.
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