Colin T Poetry
Sunday, December 9, 2012
Sensory Poem
You see children running and begging.
Everything feels dirty.
You hear children laughing and music blaring.
You smell foods of all new kinds.
You taste the strange taste of new foods.
You are at the Carnival.
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