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Young Writers Society


StaticScum

Silly and Sad poems by Static Scum

Whether somewhere close and familiar or distant and bizarre, a good story can never be too far.



Remember when dad's shoulders were the highest place on earth and your mom was your hero? Race issues were about who ran the fastest, war was only a car game. The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees, and good byes only meant tomorrow? And we couldn't wait to grow up.
— Unknown