Lemonade

Wed, 04/24/2013 - 21:15 -- Aubree

I looked at the glass half empty. Lemonade tipped on my lips. I looked at the glass half empty. My toes drew colonies in the sand. The glass looked half empty, the sour taste was bland. The waves were dramatic like a teenage girl primping for prom. The glass was half empty, I knew it all along.

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Aubree

I wrote this poem for everyone, to look at the glass half full for once. It might change your life.

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