Wild Child
I am always a kid at heart.
Always running in the
Woods. Playing in the creek and
Climbing trees. Riding my four
Wheelerback through the woods.
I am always running free.
Who am I you ask? Well I
Am the Wild Child.
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
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|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| “HOME” | 0 | 10/20/2010 |
| “BEING MAD” | 0 | 10/20/2010 |
| the day i lost you | 0 | 09/27/2010 |
| my mommy | 0 | 09/27/2010 |
| MOM | 0 | 09/27/2010 |
| hate | 0 | 09/27/2010 |
| the other child | 0 | 09/20/2010 |
| untitled | 0 | 09/20/2010 |
| I miss you | 0 | 09/13/2010 |
| the worse days | 0 | 08/17/2010 |
| mommy | 0 | 08/17/2010 |
| momma | 0 | 08/17/2010 |
| missing mom | 0 | 08/17/2010 |
| never | 1 | 08/17/2010 |
| out cast | 1 | 08/17/2010 |
| Sky | 0 | 01/29/2010 |
| come home to me | 0 | 11/27/2009 |
| I am | 1 | 11/27/2009 |
| A Rose Bush For Mom | 0 | 11/27/2009 |
| Can You Hear? | 0 | 11/27/2009 |
| Mother | 0 | 11/27/2009 |
| Wild Child | -4 | 11/27/2009 |
| I | 0 | 11/27/2009 |
| missing you | 0 | 11/27/2009 |
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