Rock Paper Sissors - Poem by Ashlee Fowler
Everytime I read a book
I think about my own life and the roads it took,
I look down from heaven above
A frown forms on my face
What have I done?
I wish I could go back and undo what was done
to stop myself from crying
And have more fun.
But life does not work that way we all know
we go through those hard times
we run from the snow.
Are you happy?
are you happy with were you've been?
I say we should get a redo,
but we can't rock, paper, sissors this.
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