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Forever Noel: February 2010
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Live in the sky. English III and English IV. Daily Agendas: English III 1. Book talk presentation in WN. 2. Finish reading Eating Animals by Jonathon Safran Foer- complete interactive notes guide. . Time Can't Revoke Buried deep beneath an old oak tree, lies a box that's been filled, with childhood memories. Three quarters, one ball, and a letter that . Still I rise Our Beginning a New Ending (Modeling). Welcome To The Zoo. Episode Irving Feldman Their quarrel sent them reeling from the house. Anythi...
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Forever Noel: November 2009
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Live in the sky. English III and English IV. Daily Agendas: English III 1. Book talk presentation in WN. 2. Finish reading Eating Animals by Jonathon Safran Foer- complete interactive notes guide. . Time Can't Revoke Buried deep beneath an old oak tree, lies a box that's been filled, with childhood memories. Three quarters, one ball, and a letter that . Still I rise Our Beginning a New Ending (Modeling). Welcome To The Zoo. Episode Irving Feldman Their quarrel sent them reeling from the house. Anythi...
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Hold the Rope: Treasured item
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Wednesday, October 14, 2009. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). English III and English IV. Still I rise Our Beginning a New Ending (Modeling). Welcome To The Zoo. I am a runningback for our highschool football team. I hold numerous records in michigan for weightlifting. View my complete profile.
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Katie Cannon: CW-sestina. I dreamt of moonlight.
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Wednesday, March 17, 2010. CW-sestina. I dreamt of moonlight. Last night i dreamt of moonlight. And lying on a warm beach. Wondering what I could learn from the stars. The sweet sound of the waves. Blended nicely with the cool breeze. And gently eased me onto a bed of sand. The glistening specs of sand. Played with my eyes in the moonlight. A vicious wind was born from the breeze. There was no more comfort from the beach,. Now being engulfed by the monstrous waves. Now it was me and the stars. Still I ri...
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beaschuil: a little poem.
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Hello I like coloring books. i like sidewalk chalk. I like when all of the trees change color. Tuesday, October 6, 2009. Biggest disease today is not leprosy or tuberculosis, but rather the feeling of being unwanted, uncared for, and deserted by everybody. We can cure physical diseases with medicine, but the only cure for loneliness, despair, and hopelessness is love. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). English III and English IV. Still I rise Our Beginning a New Ending (Modeling). Welcome To The Zoo.
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Becoming Dotty: May 2010
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I like girrafes. I dislike fans. I like summer. I like singing. I dislike escalators. If you give me any flower other then a rose, I will melt. My name is Dorothy. Wednesday, May 12, 2010. My three sisters are sitting. On rocks of black obsidian. For the first time, in this light, I can see who they are. My first sister is sewing her costume for the procession. She is going as the Transparent lady. And all her nerves will be visible. My second sister is also sewing,. My third sister is gazing.
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Becoming Dotty: February 2010
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I like girrafes. I dislike fans. I like summer. I like singing. I dislike escalators. If you give me any flower other then a rose, I will melt. My name is Dorothy. Wednesday, February 24, 2010. A black and white woman stands on the edge. Feet buried, water still, coming up to the shore. Footprints surround her, stamped by each one. She displays a short skirt, held by a white button. A US Navy shirt, received from her lover. Hair, pulled back away from her glowing face by a head band,. His gaze upon her.
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Belle Ave: February 2010
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Wednesday, February 24, 2010. It was about a year ago. When you left us laying here,. Playing dead like you always asked. Now I just ask myself why,. Why didn’t I lay there? Probably because I was too young to catch on. No, I don’t think that’s it. Maybe because I just wanted to play. No, my mother says I was tired. Perhaps I didn’t want to lay next to my brothers. No, we always got along. Fifteen years later, a year too late. I've finally come to the realization. That I didn’t lay there. I'm a strict man.
