BYC Poetry Club!

Yeah, well you said two years ago, and then you said you wrote that when you were 9, so it kinda gives out your age.

Well I actually don't know how old the poem was it was just a estimate. It actually doesn't add up to how old I am, it's not the right age.
 
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Today is an awesomely terrific day,
it would be very hard to feel greater.
I put thirteen eggs in to test fertility,
and eleven are growing in my incubater!
 
Whipping, waving in the gale,
Roots dug deep into the shale.
Branches high up to the sky,
Yet birds wil fly evermore high.
Leaves as green as an Irish spring,
Roots drinking deep of yonder stream.
Boughs will break, then grow anew,
To once again drink up the dew.
Acorns round fall to the ground,
And small creatures hide them all around.
When autumn comes its leaves will fall,
As it endures times passing call.

I present to you "the song of the oak". It's not very eloquent, but its cool to sing.
 
Ignore that last post, it was the dumbest question I have ever asked. I have a disturbing, but not filthy/innapropriatly worded, poem. I think b4 I post, I should c if anyone objects.
 

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