I'll surely be late
But what can I do that's life
It stabs me in the heart like a knife
I'll keep going I'll try my best
I'll put myself to the test
But the ferocious wind is to strong for me
I know someday I'll find the key
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The wind is lifting in a alarming rate
I'll surely be late But what can I do that's life It stabs me in the heart like a knife I'll keep going I'll try my best I'll put myself to the test But the ferocious wind is to strong for me I know someday I'll find the key
3 Comments
darcy
5/19/2015 08:37:13 pm
like the rhyming good metaphors georgie
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Audrey
5/21/2015 07:17:57 am
That was amazing Georgie! I like how your story rhymed and it still made sense. I encourage you to do more!
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Joe Pasternak (Team 100WC)
5/23/2015 10:49:22 pm
Hi Georgie,
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