Three Poems by A.A. 15 yrs old, South Carolina Bio: I was born and raised…
Canes
Going To Canes
Is Like Going To Heaven
When You Walk In
You Smell Mixtures Of
Frying Chicken and Baking Bread
The Colors Are As Red As Apples
The Yellows Are As Bright As The Sun
There Mascot Is A Dog
Who Is As Cute As A Newborn Baby
The Sound Of People Talking
Kids Laughing At The Mascot
Without Canes I Wouldn’t Even Know
What To Do
Canes Is Life
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