My poem

by Jacqueline   Feb 8, 2005


Jacqueline is my name loving is my game. Touching is my Feeling playing is my thing. Under its warm over its cold. Through is gentle. Behind is well. Forward is good that seems to twirl.
Loving is sweet if you know what I mean. Lonely is sad when your along. Tears are falling when your low. Mean seems to rise when you feel high, Happy is a smile the sun that takes you where ever you lead to get a beautiful smile for people to see.
My mother is a sun that seems to light. My father is the storm that sets so bright.
But most of all my sisters and brothers are my future that sets me right!

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