Green grass, Blue skies Cranes between them flying up high Not in haste but don't want to waste any precious time Bound for the south Out of the mouth of coldness and hard times
Reason for writing:
I wrote this in 6th grade. Please comment on it even if you think it sucks.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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