Okay, this is really bad, but what can you expect from a poem that was written in three minutes?
A hundred and three degrees outside
And inside nothing but pain
The weatherman says there's no sign
Of this pattern breaking today--
I want to break down, keep crying
But God's still waiting for me to pray
For relief from this internal burning,
It may be hot outside but I'm calling for rain.
jeni - i'm here too. caught your plug on shontell's. maybe blog marketing doesn't suck after all!
ReplyDeletethat being said, i'm afraid i'm not much of a writer. and i liked your poem.
i almost forgot, check out some of the other, ever increasing number of blogs started by hillside folks at the "official" hillside blog:
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isn't prayer a great way to kick depression in the butt?
ReplyDeletedon't denigrate your skills jen - just bring it!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Brent. I checked them out last night, that's how I found you all. Hey, who is scoey-d, since the name also says "scoey-d"?
ReplyDeletei'll give you a hint. the "d" stands for dwight and can be found between 2 L's
ReplyDeleteWell, that would have been the obvious answer, but we all know what happens when we assume...
ReplyDeleteYeah, anyway, I'm a big dork. If I had actually gone to the blog before I asked that question, I wouldn't have had to have asked.... :)
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