The Beating Of Our Earth Tb-Tb-Tb Poem by Kathlene Ann

The Beating Of Our Earth Tb-Tb-Tb



Tec-tonic plates shift.
Buildings crumble.
Trains run.
Birds soar.
Tulips lean.
Bugs bother.
Toes wiggle.
Beings live.
The world is in motion.

Sunday, August 16, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: birds,buildings
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