I am...
Emily Bowmar
Grade 7
I am glad I am not an icy popsicle
Melting in the burning sun
I am glad I am not a puddle
Jumped in after the morning thunderstorm
Splashed over the cold sidewalk
Dissolving into the rocky cement
How cool I am not a useless copper penny
Tossed into a fountain
Never to be seen again
I am scared I will be lost forever
I am everything and will always be found
I am a pair of scissors
Cutting through the rough paper
I am a power drill
Poking a hole though life
I am the sun
Shinning over the earth
I am a spider
Weaving a sticky web
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