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 Gavin Poem In his dark lair Under his stairs In his chair While he would stare At his shortened hair For he would cry To the sky Over the river Through the woods Went he, to his dog’s grave Inside him went a warm glow Of kindness Of niceness Within him after it melted the snow Well, that is my poem. I hope that all words in it are a preposition. It is titled Gavin for that person sits by me in class. For those of you who know Gavin personally, this should be hilarious. To those of you who do not know Gavin, this should be very confusing. Article posted February 16, 2012 at 05:53 PM • comment (2) • Reads 834 • Return to Blog List Add a CommentPosted Comments  This is amusing. Wait until my poem is up. You will find out where Alex's thoughts live.
Comment Posted on February 23, 2012 at 09:39 PM by
RohanVery funny.
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