The Unhappy Child

by LoÑ£ly♥P!rÄτΣ   Mar 12, 2005


He sits by the window,
black hair blowing,
he See's other people,
talking and laughing,
leaving him there,
alone in dispare.
Poor Poor boy,
with black blowing hair.
Puts on his cap,
and then he is there,
playing baseball,
on a hot summer day,
but then his baseball,
is taken away.

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  • ooh..umm...i told Zac....but i forgot. sorry Carlee!
    Katie

  • 19 years ago

    by Carlee Ann

    Yah, clue me in, too! It's one hot poem, Pirate!
    *Car*

  • 19 years ago

    by JustAFoolInLove

    aww, poor kid! they need to give him his baseball back. i have a feeling this is a symbolic poem... who's it about?
    *Zac*

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