poem #2
Two paths, one with blurr and one with darkness
Ring,Ring,Ring, the phone rings
and sorry, we took the wrong one with confidence
out of no where maps and compasses and things
were lost, and were all most on "E"
not a gas station near by
with all then blurr were startin not to see
Timmy takes time to ask the lord why
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Parts of your poem don't seem original, and consequently, I don't understand much of what you say here. You do follow the rhyme scheme successfully, but I don't see your example of personification.
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