think, think, the day was hot.
the day was cold, the peaple
you know, were playing in
the -snow.
think, think, the night was
long and some how fast.
go, go, as you reach your
friennds, then they push
you away and go on thier
way.-and then, right before
your eyes you find some
money and some new
friends.
DAVID GERARDINO
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/high-school609/
