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Title:Chickadees
Type of poem:
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My inspiration:My first hatch in March.

Eggs are in the incubator,
Temperature 100 exact.
I can't believe there's life in there
When there is infact.

For three weeks straight it's crazy,
Learning chicken facts.
If they are really in there
We sure cannot contact.

Day 21,they've broken out,
I can't believe they're well.
'Cause if you hatch out chickadees,
Only time will tell.

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Title: The you is really I
Type of poem: Note sure
Your inspiration: I




I felt your hurt, I saw you cry
I held you close when you believed that lie
I watched you contemplate pulling the trigger
I felt your fear of the giant being bigger
I heard you when you thought no one was listening
When they saw you useless.You where really I.
 
Title: Color of the Hand
Type of poem: free verse
Inspiration: Predjudice I've seen


COLOR OF THE HAND

A man stands on the edge,
Reaching out his hand.
Hoping someone will take it,
Looking for a friend.

Another reaches out,
To stop him before he falls,
The eyes do meet,
And both now know.

It wasn't the hand he did not want,
But the color that it showed.


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