This a journal entry I made when I was 16. Strangely enough, all of these first entries seem to be lists or poems… Wonder what that says about the teenage me…
This morning I walked and I talked to myself
Which is fun when there’s something to say
Then to my attention an odd site then came
A puddle on a beautiful day!
I threw caution aside and jumped right on in
Though the shoes I had on were quite new
In a moment had I, a shock…
I not landed but instead passed on through!
Now I’m stuck in a puddle as autos drive by
Myself in a puddle not one of them spy
By now, if by chance, you’re reading my write
THE PUDDLE’S ON PEACHTREE AND MAIN!
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