Devin Weseen

What Humans Do

Bullets flying people dying, fire burning, water rising, rod casted, logs added to the already burning fire, animals live so beautiful, forests grow so sense full, bullets fired, animals die so peaceful, loggers machines rolling forests falling.

Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 29, 2008

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  • Charli Pinkney (11/30/2008 12:19:00 PM)

    I think that this is good. Keep it up!

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  • Joseph Poewhit (11/29/2008 5:04:00 PM)

    And a lot lot more than that

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