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  • Narrative Poetry Re: The Rose Garden

    She sat alone, in the rain She laughed as the wind blew 10 years it was going to be Today, she knew Beautiful hair and ivory skin eyes that glittered ...

    Sep 20, 2010


How can I be king of the world? Because I am king of rubbish. And rubbish is what the world is made of.
— Kate DiCamillo, The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane