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Jan 04
poem 2 comments
EllettM

Vines Follow



Collects and receives,
Hides away the secrets
Vines grow near and far.
It seems colorful like leaves
Its where ever you walk
Also most places you talk.
It opens and closes,
Always left hanging
Not touching ground.
It can always be found.
Painted on can be
Whatever you may see
Again I say,
It hides things away,
When you leave you will see what I mean.

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Posted: 01.04.17
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  1. angelaweasley
    Jan 04, 2017

    This is a mysterious and alluring poem. I like how it turns out to be a riddle. There are only a few spelling errors but nothing enough to take away from the poem. The title of the poem is also really interesting. I really want to know the answer to the poem now!

    -aw

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  1. EllettM
    Jan 04, 2017

    Thanks for the input, I would love to share the answer but than other who read it my see. I hope you guess what it is.

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