Julia Pickard Poems

Words, words, words, galore
Words and words and nothing more
Everything we know is words
Animals, nature, people, birds
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Quarters, quarters, quarters, dimes
I can't think of anything that rhymes
All throughout the day I play
And at night I just lay
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The world can be a confusing place
Especially at someone elses disgrace
Now to you I behold
What all stories previously told
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A flash
A thunderous crash
Rain pounding on the ground
I can hear it all around
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