I want a girl.

I want a girl,
A girl that makes me happy.
A girl, that makes me head twirl,
And makes me never feel crappy.
A girl, that knows what to say to me,
A girl that makes me good,
Whenever I sad be,
And makes me feel like I should.

I want to meet this girl,
since she's gonna make my head twirl.
I want to be with her, so we won't be blue.
Where are you?

poem by James Pritchard
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A Bush

A Bush in the middle of a group of tree,
slowly decaying and dieing it shall be.
Turning from green to brown,
getting nothing jsut a frown.
No animals in it nest,
for it is not like the rest.
Everytime it gets a bit more green,
it's a great big scene.
But it always gets browner in the ends,
all alone without real friends.
While all the trees green and thrive,
all the bush does is simply die.

poem by James Pritchard
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