| Posted on November 10, 2010 at 12:49 PM |
Peace is the smell of blueberry pie when it first comes out of the oven.
Peace is the look of the Eagle that soars through the air peacefully.
Peace is the feel of your mom our someone in your family that gives you a big hug cause they love you so much,.
Peace is the taste of hot chocolot when you come in from the snow cold.
by Cody
Categories: Poetry
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