I wish I had a picture to match every memory.
Every thunderstorm I laid outside swinging on my hammok, the night sky lit up in tiny fractions. Every smile on the road, blaring old favourites in our truck. Every time I would stare into his eyes, the pull of his heart. Everytime I took the bus.
Poetry is a guide to what I want to show people. To let them in on my inside jokes, and laughter.

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My name is Jess,
And my life is a mess.
I have a friend named Alana,
and we live in Canada.
My Mom's name is Wendy,
It's not her to be trendy.
Dad's name is Dean,
He's a fishing machine.
Brody is my brother,
He's like no other.
I'm just a girl,
who's giving poetry a whirl.

:] I know, It's kinda like one of those punny jokes. "Orange cha funn-ah?"

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