The thing about my body
In my rageful skull my papers that have bad grades are burning.
In my upset arm a little man is hiding because he is furious
at friends.
The middle of my chest is a peaceful land
that makes me as calm as a breeze of wind.
In the part that is creative is my arm that has a painting.
The part that makes me furious is a storm that makes me
mad.
My legs has a quick man that loves to run in the nice
days.
My strong and tough part is my leg with a man who is lifting
5,000 lbs.
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