My EnGlisH
HomEwoRk
a poem adapted from the lake isle of innisfree
and... its horrible... really
And i will arise and go now, and go to World Trade Center
And a small grave build there, of stone and soil made
nine flowers i will place there, solace for the sad, dead ppl
and mourn the lost of a thousands lives
*grin* toldya its horrible
Ahnd...
this is a really short page...
is just and excuse to use use up my time..