NATE: What the...hey! What happened? There was supposed to be a blizzard!
DAD: Snow, snow it went away and so you'll go to school today.
NATE: But ....but...
DAD: Poetic justice.
When I write down my thoughts, this is what I seeMany rhyming words starin’ at meI’ve got a passion on my paper and i’m not afraid to show it, show it, show itI’m a poet and I know it
When I write down my thoughts, this is what I seeMany rhyming words starin’ at meI’ve got a passion on my paper and i’m not afraid to show it, show it, show itI’m a poet and I know it