QuestionsA Poem by kelseyjust random tid-bits
why are there such things called questions
i mean they complicate things
they don't all make sense
and some answers contradict the question
do you ask questions
do i ask questions
does anyone ask questions
does the world thrive on questions
who do you ask your questions to
your mother, brother, friend or teacher
what are your questions about
people, school, sports, advice, life
what would happen if no one was allowed questions
would everything be statements
would it be a command instead
questions complicate life
why are questions asked
testing, just because, for answers, no reason
what are they used for
anything and everything
do we need questions
can everything be a question
how many questions are you asked
how many questions do you ask
© 2009 kelseyAuthor's Note
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