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Bri's Room (not done) (Free verse) by Sunshine Conkey

A little girl named Bri had an awful lot of stuff she saved and saved it but it wasn't enough. She put it in a closet and stacked it on the floor But even when her room was filled She wanted more and more. One day while playing She wanted her special pen to draw her favorite doll. But after looking everywhere, she couldn't find them at all.

LilMsLadyPoet 15-Dec-05/9:05 PM
I wonder who you are asking. And since you asked, I wonder how old you are. And I wonder why you don't want to process the conversation on its merits without wanting to pigeon-hole people into little boxes of age, and thus supposed perspective.
I am old enough to know better, and young enough to still chance it.
I am an ancient soul as old as time, with generations of children behind me; But I am child forever standing in wonderment at the miracle of beauty and life that stretches on into eternity and infinity.
I am all that there is and yet I am nothing compared to what is.
I have walked millions of miles and talked zillions of whiles and yet I've just begun to walk.
How old are you?




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