I am not Ms.Bookworm

Just so everyone knows I am not bookworm I am entirely a different person. You can call me T.J. Tinker I only own Confidential Butterflies. All these post are not by the bookworm. Ok so enjoy my randomness!!!

Friday, April 16, 2010

A Preposition Poem;

After the moon rises
Under the shining midnight stars
Between the thick forest
Through the sleeping willows
A raccoon hunts for a snack.

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