POEM: Water

Pure Writing
Water.

I just saw my friend named Walter.

He is kind of oldschool.

But, he is no fool.

He made life a success.

Without no stress.

He is not rich.

Nor, is he a witch.

Being calm.

Is like a palm.

That is still.

Can you feel.

The wind blowing.

But, not towing.

I walk barefoot on sand.

Oh, I wish I had a fan.

But, it's kind of cold down here (12-30-07).

But, it feels like heavan.

With this tropical weather.

Well gotz to go.

And, decide what to do.

I might just jump into this water.

To go farther.

FIN

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