Debora Soramaki

I Count - Poem by Debora Soramaki

I count the tiles on the floor,
I count them till there are no more.
I count the bricks upon the wall,
I count the pictures down the hall.
I count the books upon the shelf,
I count them quiet, to myself.
I count the cars parked on the road,
I count the trucks with half a load.
I count the birds up in the tree,
I count whatever I can see.,

So, is there something wrong with me?

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  • (10/17/2006 9:55:00 PM)

    Keep countin', Debora, 'cuz you'll always feel better. If you can count everything, then you'll never miss anything. ~Shane~ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 6, 2006

Poem Edited: Monday, August 23, 2010

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