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Poetry Anthology by Sierra Miller

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Poetry Anthology

by Sierra Miller

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I Miss Summer

I miss summer

The hot weather

Children playing on the

lawns

Going to the park

Staying up all night until

dawn

I miss summer

Talking to him

He makes my heart pound

Weakening my limbs

I miss summer

Going to parties with my

girls

Feeling like I don’t have a

care in the world

I miss summer

I can’t wait for it to happen

Till the last bell rings

To feel the summer breeze

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Anxious

I like you

You like me

Can’t you see it was meant to

be?

It was spring

The flowers were blooming

The feeling to kiss you

Got my heart fusing

We talk everyday

Morning to noon

I love you

And I hope you love me too

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30, 15, 69, 22, 4

It says investigate new possibilities with a friend now is

the time

What does this mean?

The dry air gives me a trickle down my spine

Do I follow through?

You tell me?

Is it true?

Oh God help me please

My index finger and thumb gently stroking my chin

Dumbfounded out of my mind

Help me

This confusion is taking over me

It says investigate new possibilities with a friend now is

the time

Do I make it happen?

Or pass the offer?

My heart leaping out of my chest

I will follow my instinct

For it will make me happy

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Oh That Danny

Danny has an ugly

fanny

When he wears his

massive panty

It makes him look like

a tranny

So says the young

girl named Annie

Although the young

girl is manly

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Ode to Nature

The broccoli I eat

Looks like little tiny trees

The buzzing of the bumblebee

Makes me want to rumble free

I want to smell the lovely sent

Oh natures trees of peppermint

Camping on the flat dirt ground

Hearing only one good sound

The picking of the woodpecker

Waking up to play checkers

Let’s go fishing for dinner

And for dessert let’s make some smores

And look above the stars galore

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Ed, Dead, &

Bloody

There once was a

teacher name Ed

And no one understood

what he said

The students had to

laugh

While he talked to the

staff

So he blew of his head

bloody dead