Portrait Poem
My hair is like short dry sun browned grass blowing in the wind
My brain is like a blown up machine that doesn't work
My green glittery eyes lite up when the shining sun shines
My bones are like twigs that break a lot
My teeth are like blunt knives that don't cut
My eyebrows are like a small bush
My veins are like a little water slid that rushes blood through my body
My ears are like a frog
A day is just a day not a year.
You can get more out of a year then a day.
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