this is a random poem about a dragonfly that dies dramatically as his short life comes to an end!! if u wont more information just read and rate!! YA ~ E (only)
In the middle of Rhode Island in the fog of the mist the wind blows slowly in the midst of the log of the old dear friendly dragonfly dieing there peacefully with a piece of grass in his mouth the poison of the grass scum driffed into the air the poor dragonfly laying there crippeled praying for his good will even though he will only live for 24 hours this was a even more painful death
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