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Poetry

A collection of free verse and some not free verse poetry. Some are better than others, all feedback is appreciated.

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by Arcticfox97

by Arcticfox97

Blue Barrels

Are all she see's,

All she Dreams,

All She lives.

Tight Circles,

dust in the air,

the creak of a saddle,

heat of the sun.

117, the buzzer sounds.

117, running by.

117, dirt goes flying.

117, race by timers.

117, blue barrels stand,

117, the cheering begins.

117, a tear falls

Unnoticed,

To the dry dirt.