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Today, we dance.
My writing class had to observe our surroundings for 30 minutes and then write a poem about what we found. This is my first stab at poetry so please, feel ...
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Tomorrow
My heart races as music starts to soundThe violin plays a short jagged riseOur crowd murmurs as we appear aroundIn this bug world we are cut down to sizeThe show ...
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Letter from a Simpleton
He said I collapsed as soon as the plunger was pushed in. He told me of the horrifying car ride that I spent shut up in the back seat of ...