Wednesday, 23 October 2013

Surrealist poem 1

 
A shape, a shadow, a fleeting thought
Going home, it's where the heart is
I need a wee
Listening to the slugs devour my house
Where is the house
Write a line, fold it over
Steven, Stephen, Stefen, Steve
Lets go to bed
React to the person infront.
 
 
By Anya, Tim and Daniel

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