The sun started to stung,
I stood there really stun.
He was there pulling a stunt,
I wanted to shun
and so I started to run.
Life's really a pun.
Life's a race,
that many lost pace.
Can't find their trace.
Lost in the gaze,
some even trapped within waste.
I picked myself up,
it spun me up,
life turned up,
up thought I would go,
upside down did I went.
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Poems
PoetryA BAG OF UNRELATED POEMS. A little infatuated with rhyming sounds at the moment, sorry if they don't sound the way, I hear them in my head. I shall mark it complete when I am over my obsession with Haikus and Poems. IF THERE'S A THEME THAT YOU WOULD...
