think, think, the day was hot. <br />the day was cold, the peaple <br />you know, were playing in <br />the -snow. <br />think, think, the night was <br />long and some how fast. <br />go, go, as you reach your <br />friennds, then they push <br />you away and go on thier <br />way.-and then, right before <br />your eyes you find some <br />money and some new <br />friends.<br /><br />DAVID GERARDINO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/high-school609/
