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Tuesday, March 25, 2008
9:07 PM
Mae
She existed in the second class,
But I never actually saw her once.
'Tis strange, really very strange,
Just to consider that that distance.
Intake happened on two counts,
For reasons unknown things changed.
Into the same class of one,
Where it all started occuring.
'Twas alien when it first happened.
Speech, thought, they stopped dead.
'Twas intriguing, how it could be;
In turning that which was so, broke.
Other things they came to pass;
Failing correctness, plained mind, strange.
Bewilderment, utter. Time warped in itself.
All that's left, one word. Mae.
I actually wrote this in class, being my first poem done in class and copied here, of course not whole sale. I edited it, changing some of the parts. Okay she just talked to me on msn. The poem is written on the back of the birthday paper, and she told me to do the birthday thing! Freaky...
