Little blue lines run across the paper
So, so far across and just so, so deep
Each day we walk across those blue lines
And day we start a line anew
If we write our words too big
Our lines run into each other
And it is just one big mess
If we write our words too small
It goes by unnoticed
And it fades to nothing
If we wonder off the border of the red lines
Our words get shaky and eligible
And eventually will fall in a hole
Like wise if we write just in the middle
All that space empty and unused
I shall not tell you how you walk your lines
Just that when you reach the end of the page
You look back and enjoy
How each line is written
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I like this
Full of play and fun.
I think the word in *illegible, no *eligible ...but I don't have a spell check to test it.
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This I enjoyed.
I agree life can be like trying to write on a sheet of paper for the first time, its even worse when there are no lines.
Liked your tale, and the idea. nice poem
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Now you got me feeling BLUE! Fine poem here loved it a ton!!!
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yay
i really really like this one.
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This is good and oh so right.
like i said this was good and true. you've done a nice job writing,i enjoyed.thanks for posting.
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