Poetry
By: Brittaney Peacock-Hill
Friday, September 2, 2011
Fire is what come to freedom but can't seem to stop to cry
Fire in sight makes us wonder why just can't seem to stop to cry,Fire in sight makes up wine for freedom,as we see ire so high we know
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