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Fri 14 Jan, 2005 09:15 pm
See if you can figure out what my poem is talking about. It's talking about something you get that has three letters.
The blinding sun that shines white light,
Rays of warmth and bleaching spite.
It steals the porcelain from my skin,
Melanin fills me, head to toe.
yay good job even though i know it was pretty easy. Maybe. Actually i don't really know.