A poem by Syndey, I call it: I Stay Up Late

I needed a piece of notebook paper so I  got a page out of one of Sydney's notebooks next to me... Inside I found this amazing piece of poetry (Which isn't her first, she actually writes them fairly often, but i usually don't see them). I thought you would enjoy it too.

Chicks are yellow.

Bricks are heavy.

Are you sick?

Bibles are thick.

What are tricks?

I stay up late.

Yep, she is pretty amazing (and she does stay up late quite often)!

I LOVE MY SYDNEY!