frisbee poem
A crowded open space
Green grass and trees all around
People yelling and playing
Im being thrown far into the air
I glide far and high and I can see everything
I fall back down towards the ground and then i'm caught
I get thrown again and i glide through the air and again i can see all around
I get caught again and get shoved in a bag
Now i’ll be stuck in this back for maybe a week
Life as a frisbee sucks
Copyright © kieryn meyer | Year Posted 2024
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