Night and Morning
12/18/16
This was written at five forty
I'm exploring
My mind absorbing
Information, afternoon night and morning
Winter time and we're in a terrible drought, so why isn't it pouring?
Days use to be quite boring
But no longer while putting effort toward things
Because this life can be rewarding
Close and far from any mined quarries
As well as buildings shorter or taller than nine stories
Girls and guys hoarding
Unable to throw things away or organize by sorting
They try ignoring
Acting suprised and ready to deny any scorning
Bugs of different types swarming
Birds, planes, and meteorites in the sky soaring
Houses with rotted or nice flooring
Both sides, all this time have been warring
Even though there have been kinds of warning
The start of thunder strikes with continual storming
By: Dalton Ogletree
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