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Out The Window
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January 2002 Poetry Out the window,
is a world I don’t know.
I never leave the house anymore,
and never do anything either.
Out the window,
the sun shines bright.
But inside me,
there’s a storm.
Out the window,
children play.
So carefree,
and happy.
Something I wish,
I could be.
~*~ Jill ~*~
