packingmybaggins: There’s a blind boy in one of my English teacher’s classes and last week our assignment was to write poetry about nature… this is what he turned in: Roses are black Violets are black Everything is black I can’t see.
packingmybaggins: There’s a blind boy in one of my English teacher’s classes and last week our assignment was to write poetry about nature… this is what he turned in: Roses are black Violets are black Everything is black I can’t see.
packingmybaggins: There’s a blind boy in one of my English teacher’s classes and last week our assignment was to write poetry about nature… this is what he turned in: Roses are black Violets are black Everything is black I can’t see.
packingmybaggins: There’s a blind boy in one of my English teacher’s classes and last week our assignment was to write poetry about nature… this is what he turned in: Roses are black Violets are black Everything is black I can’t see.
packingmybaggins: There’s a blind boy in one of my English teacher’s classes and last week our assignment was to write poetry about nature… this is what he turned in: Roses are black Violets are black Everything is black I can’t see.
packingmybaggins: There’s a blind boy in one of my English teacher’s classes and last week our assignment was to write poetry about nature… this is what he turned in: Roses are black Violets are black Everything is black I can’t see.
packingmybaggins: There’s a blind boy in one of my English teacher’s classes and last week our assignment was to write poetry about nature… this is what he turned in: Roses are black Violets are black Everything is black I can’t see.
packingmybaggins: There’s a blind boy in one of my English teacher’s classes and last week our assignment was to write poetry about nature… this is what he turned in: Roses are black Violets are black Everything is black I can’t see.
packingmybaggins: There’s a blind boy in one of my English teacher’s classes and last week our assignment was to write poetry about nature… this is what he turned in: Roses are black Violets are black Everything is black I can’t see.
packingmybaggins: There’s a blind boy in one of my English teacher’s classes and last week our assignment was to write poetry about nature… this is what he turned in: Roses are black Violets are black Everything is black I can’t see.
