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Jul 2011
Several seagulls dance across the sky
Weaving in between the clouds as
The glowing red Sun begins its descent.

Hovering atop the sand, she
Points her toes and executes a
Grand Jete

The last of the Sun’s rays light up
Her flowing crimson skirt.
I wrote this poem for a class. The objective was to find a picture and incorporate it into a poem.
kathleen patton
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kathleen patton
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