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A PLATEFUL OF POMEGRANATE - PROSE: 'Puss in Boots' as told by Puss - Ishaan Hariharan, Age 13
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A PLATEFUL OF POMEGRANATE - PROSE. Wednesday, November 14, 2007. Puss in Boots' as told by Puss - Ishaan Hariharan, Age 13. So it was decided that the eldest brother would take the farm as he had done the most work for his father. The second brother took the mill and the third took me! I chopped their heads off. He transformed then into a lion and charged me around. I said he was only turning into huge things and I challenged him to become a mouse. When he did I ripped him apart and cleant my paw...Which...
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A PLATEFUL OF POMEGRANATE - POETRY: When I See Out of My Window - Vineeta Pendse, Age 11
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A PLATEFUL OF POMEGRANATE - POETRY. Wednesday, October 3, 2007. When I See Out of My Window - Vineeta Pendse, Age 11. When I get to my window and see out,. The rising sun looks very clear. In a few minutes the sun is up,. The whole city can be seen now. The sparrow are chirping now,. The roads are now filled with people,. Noises of cars and buses can be heard. It’s afternoon now,. The sun is right up. The building are having birds on them,. It’s silent now,. And the railway noises are clear.
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A PLATEFUL OF POMEGRANATE - PROSE: Flying Fishes - Hirday Gupta, Age 9
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A PLATEFUL OF POMEGRANATE - PROSE. Friday, November 2, 2007. Flying Fishes - Hirday Gupta, Age 9. There was a mysterious land in which fishes were flying, birds were swimming, cars were walking and humans were running on wheels and ships were flying, aeroplanes were swimming. There was a king who ruled another land and wanted to break down this land and make another part of his land over there. But you know how difficult it would have been to defeat the mysterious land. Writers on the Run!
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A PLATEFUL OF POMEGRANATE - PROSE: November 2007
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A PLATEFUL OF POMEGRANATE - PROSE. Wednesday, November 14, 2007. Puss in Boots' as told by Puss - Ishaan Hariharan, Age 13. So it was decided that the eldest brother would take the farm as he had done the most work for his father. The second brother took the mill and the third took me! I chopped their heads off. He transformed then into a lion and charged me around. I said he was only turning into huge things and I challenged him to become a mouse. When he did I ripped him apart and cleant my paw...There...
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A PLATEFUL OF POMEGRANATE - POETRY: Notes in My Pocket - Pranav Pendse, Age 12
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A PLATEFUL OF POMEGRANATE - POETRY. Wednesday, October 3, 2007. Notes in My Pocket - Pranav Pendse, Age 12. I am rich I thought. I am earning at a young. Because in my pocket I. No, not a normal one. That one had Rs.500. It was a note. At that thought I began. This one was a real. I could buy a lot of things. Bananas, apples, pastries,. With which I would be the. That’s when the thing started. My father asked for it. I didn’t want to give. But there always has to be an end to that. Writers on the Run!
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A PLATEFUL OF POMEGRANATE - POETRY: A Dog’s Life - Damini Kane, Age 12
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A PLATEFUL OF POMEGRANATE - POETRY. Wednesday, October 3, 2007. A Dog’s Life - Damini Kane, Age 12. A dog’s life. Does not depend on its birth. It could be born. Or on the dirt. Now the doggie is a pup. It's running around and it's broken a cup. Don’t do it again! See, he’s not listening. HE IS EATING MY PEN! Now the puppy is a big dog. He has torn my pillow. And broken a small log! No matter how bad he is. He is my friend. And he will be with me, till the end. He does not need a map or a chart.
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A PLATEFUL OF POMEGRANATE - POETRY: The View From My Window - Jiya Pandya, Age 13
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A PLATEFUL OF POMEGRANATE - POETRY. Wednesday, October 3, 2007. The View From My Window - Jiya Pandya, Age 13. I’m tired of studying, I really am,. I don’t want to draw a diagram,. I’d rather look out the window. See,. The “natural beauty” that surrounds me! The first visible thing’s a Peepul tree,. And a colourful variety of birds and bees,. The parrots resting on the wall,. The golden leaves, as they fall. The crows building their small nests,. The pigeons pooping; OH! I see the clouds that fill the sky.
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A PLATEFUL OF POMEGRANATE - POETRY: My First Day in School - Arnaav Bhavnani, Age 9
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A PLATEFUL OF POMEGRANATE - POETRY. Wednesday, October 3, 2007. My First Day in School - Arnaav Bhavnani, Age 9. Oh, it’s my first day in school,. I’m nervous, I’m shaky,. I’m scared, I’m quaky,. I just can’t do it, I just can’t. Will the other kids laugh at me? Will they tease me? Or will they ignore me? I don’t know, and I don’t want to know. I’m in the school bus and,. Everyone is too busy chatting to notice me. I’m relieved,. 8220;Maybe it will be like this in school”. PS Try to predict the poem.
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A PLATEFUL OF POMEGRANATE - POETRY: October 2007
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A PLATEFUL OF POMEGRANATE - POETRY. Wednesday, October 3, 2007. Notes in My Pocket - Pranav Pendse, Age 12. I am rich I thought. I am earning at a young. Because in my pocket I. No, not a normal one. That one had Rs.500. It was a note. At that thought I began. This one was a real. I could buy a lot of things. Bananas, apples, pastries,. With which I would be the. That’s when the thing started. My father asked for it. I didn’t want to give. But there always has to be an end to that. Writers on the Run!
