Friday, November 13, 2009

Tomorrow


Today is gone and so comes tomorrow.
Gliding in as gently and swiftly as a cloud.
Each day waiting to be a tomorrow.
Waiting to be something
that people walk upon Dance upon.
Waiting to be a tomorrow.

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  1. Ms. CarbineNovember 13, 2009 at 9:14 PM

    Wordle just blows this cloud, er poem, out of the sky! It looks really cool, and you got the the word "tomorrow" to be the biggest. It's also great how it reads "Gliding Tess."

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