I Wannabe Outby Sharon Warden
i wannabe out of here the water is rising where is robert where is jenny last time i saw them they were holding on to the stair posts oh get me out help us help us somebody we wannabe gone we wannabe be safe it's not happening oh god my legs are stuck i wake up in a hot sweat to the blue cot that is now my home twisted up in the blanket that looks like lions have been wrestling jenny and robert are still sleeping thank god for that, thank god.
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volume 9(6)This poem is copyright © September 2005,
Sharon Warden, all rights reserved.
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