Wild Child
I am always a kid at heart.
Always running in the
Woods. Playing in the creek and
Climbing trees. Riding my four
Wheelerback through the woods.
I am always running free.
Who am I you ask? Well I
Am the Wild Child.
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| “HOME” | 0 | 10/20/2010 |
| “BEING MAD” | 0 | 10/20/2010 |
| the day i lost you | 0 | 09/27/2010 |
| my mommy | 0 | 09/27/2010 |
| MOM | 0 | 09/27/2010 |
| hate | 0 | 09/27/2010 |
| the other child | 0 | 09/20/2010 |
| untitled | 0 | 09/20/2010 |
| I miss you | 0 | 09/13/2010 |
| the worse days | 0 | 08/17/2010 |
| mommy | 0 | 08/17/2010 |
| momma | 0 | 08/17/2010 |
| missing mom | 0 | 08/17/2010 |
| never | 1 | 08/17/2010 |
| out cast | 1 | 08/17/2010 |
| Sky | 0 | 01/29/2010 |
| come home to me | 0 | 11/27/2009 |
| I am | 1 | 11/27/2009 |
| A Rose Bush For Mom | 0 | 11/27/2009 |
| Can You Hear? | 0 | 11/27/2009 |
| Mother | 0 | 11/27/2009 |
| Wild Child | -4 | 11/27/2009 |
| I | 0 | 11/27/2009 |
| missing you | 0 | 11/27/2009 |
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