Hannah Grace Poems

Twas the dread of the night that brought screams to her eyes
, was it her demise or was it surprise?

Maybe demise is what she dreamt of on that early sun rise.
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The windows banging!
The radios blaring!
The mothers yelling!
The fathers griping!
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The fog scuttled across the almost empty forest
Birds and the buzzing bees all fled
For the morning day was far ahead
And the night crept up to bite
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The marjulvious mixture of birds were gliding
, and flying to reach the tips of the billowy bows.

The bows were the sun drenched clouds very loud and very bold.
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Its not easy being me.
It's probably not easy being anyone.
Trying so hard to figure out what people think about;
Do they like her? Does he have a girlfriend?
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It was a late date
The date was ditched.
The girl sat there and whirled!
The stood up boy quarreled with the air!
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It was an evening of galore
With the ladies and gents’ dressed in glamour
The night was cool and foggy
But the instruments and people were filled with glee
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The cash register let out a loud “Ding! ”
To let the customers of the latest purchasing.
Hear the sweep of the broom, the unwrapping of the latest costume.
In case of the store being in doom.
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La niebla ha saboteado en el bosque casi vacía
Las aves y el zumbido las abejas todos huyeron
El día de mañana está muy por delante
Y la noche se deslizó a morder
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