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As I was walking around the block
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Some Random & Some Good Poetry As I was walking around the block,
On the ground, there was some sidewalk chalk.
Marks of red and blue and white,
As the little drawings come to life.
A picture of a yellow tree and purple toad,
Are drawn here in the middle of the road.
Forever marked, here, in its place,
Until the rain comes to erase.
The drawings wash away, unremembered and forgotten,
The childrens drawing runied when they drew in it.
The grounds clear now, clear of any mark,
As I was walking around the block.
"The childrens drawing runied when they drew in it."
this is how i sound when i'm on something...
dude lol. this is cool.