A Poem By Katya Sophia, Inspired By Mom’s Food Poisoning
August 9th, 2012
When you are sick,
A tree will grow.
Then equinox to winter
It will snow
From tree to tree
And out of your nose.
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When you are sick,
A tree will grow.
Then equinox to winter
It will snow
From tree to tree
And out of your nose.