Friday, November 27, 2009

You Are a Nervous Child, Paragraph

Hello, daffodil moon hanging lowly in the sky. Don't bump your chin on the table moma say elbows too you are a nervous child feet can't touch the floor and they aint stop shakin; paragraph is short three to five sentence statement of a similar train of thought playing on the floor with cabosse and engine, steam before; how can anyone acomplish these sentences in a suit and tie wed them to an idea a paragraph I can be afraid if I want.

W(ring her neck)riter is scared of I(f she cries)nstead of brave in the face of a paragraph better then theirs.

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