For all who reads this bit of poetry
Will always carry a part of me
Thoes who do not, shall be discarded
And in their memory, I am forgotton
I was never really there
As I write this right here
And on this corroded, empty stall
My words exist for all
And though my name is not wrote down
These are the words to be found
This is just a poem, read, not chosen
Yours Truly,
AutumnEmotion
A contest entry
- bathroom stall poetry by lively banter.
650 points, ended December 18, 2006, 44 entries
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Good job. You did a nice job with the prompt. Thank you for entering.

