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You inspired me, he says. Pretty cool, huh?
Uh, I guess.
Ms Hardwick showed me your assignment. Magnificent!
Bring on your shining armour, dude.I'll be your damsel in distress with attitude.
I am the word juggler.I juggle the wordslike swords.I slice sensewith poetic license.
There she was on the news,Miss Goody Two Shoescaught on CCTV.
Don't look so shocked.Of course you know who – who else but Goldilocks!
Let's go once upon a time.
Let's stroll, let's roll with rhythm 'n rhyme
Let's dress up in a riding hood.
Let's take that shortcut through the wood.
I am the clash and collide of the starsbecause I create worlds.
I am the awareness of the treesbecause I hear the wind.
I write these poems
To make up for the empty slogans
that gassed me up and left me choking
I held too much in, now outspoken
is how I am, now my mind is open
I am a poem.
and you'll shrink.
as you marvel
at the majesty
of the macrocosm.
I opened a bookand a hand fell out.I turned a pageand heard a shout:'I'm lost in a wood;my mother's no good.'I couldn't bear to look