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My inside self and outside self
Are as different as black and white,
My outside self is a musician
But doesn’t always play things right.
She makes stupid technical errors
And sometimes the music doesn’t flow.
She wishes she had more free time
But she’s always on the go.
My inside self is different,
Different as can be.
She is a brilliant virtuoso
With a few CDs.
She rarely ever makes mistakes,
In so many concerts does she play.
She is one of the world’s most famous musicians,
And as for time, she has all day.
this was the inside-outside poem for class
 icygirl357 · Thu Mar 13, 2008 @ 03:07am · 0 Comments |
