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My attempt at rhyming poetry, the words kept repeating in my head untill I wrote them down. So I put them here.
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As the morning sunshine began to color the sky and the smell of strawberry pancakes filled the air, eight year old Tommy slowly opened his
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a girl sat there sad and confused with not only herself but with the world
the step was as cold as ice on that winter day she looked up to the heavens and thoughtby tweetie46 100 words, 3 comments, on Feb 22 10:07 AM. In Insperational -
My annoying sibling never stops being.. well... annoying!1
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She smacked her again. It was the third time that day. Kate didn't care, she was used to an abusing mother. A smack may have left a red mark that stung for a few minutes, but what really hurt were the words. They clung to her
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by ShadowWriter24 500 words, 3 comments, on Jul 27 5:59 AM 2006. In Crime, Depression, Insperational, More, Other
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