Wringer I am Poem

I am poem for wringer

                                            Dorothy

 

I am a pigeon lover, boy ignoring, happy girl.

I wonder how pigeons feel when they get wring.

I hear pigeon’s necks cracking.

I see pigeon blood everywhere.

I want the gang to leave me.

I am…

 

I pretend that I am not friend’s with Palmer in front of the gang.

I feel sad for pigeons.

I touch bird feathers all over the town.

I worry about pigeons.

I cry when I see dead pigeon bodies.

I am…

 

I understand the pigeons way of life.

I say to them to go away from this town.

I dream to be in another town.

I try to save them.

I hope wringers will stop wringing birds necks.

I am a pigeon lover, boy ignoring, happy girl.

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