Herein find essays, musings, Haiku, and other traditional poetry.

Thursday, April 28, 2005

Limerick: The Girl I Was

There was once a young girl with brown hair,
And she often would drift-off and stare
Into places beyond
Where there'd roam vagabonds.
If you called her, "Aloof," she'd not care.
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