Abbey Hileman|May 17, 2020
The once was a stone
And next to him was a bone
They always talked
But never walked
Until a kid kicked the stone into the unknown
Eighth Grade Poetry
Quarantine
Nature
The Rose that Learned to Grow in Concrete
Dreams or Memories
Music
Night to Day
Computers
Basketball
Summer Time
Summer
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