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Tuesday, March 27, 2012 By Niki McMurray
Huckle Berry Huckle Boo
This was a man made of glue
Got a cat but didn’t know what to do
He was covered in fur because he was made of glue
Poor , poor, Huckle Berry Huckle Boo
He doesn’t worry a
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Tuesday, March 27, 2012 By Joel S. Williams
I walk on to the city street
Unsteady on my own two feet
Step once, then twice, then three, then four
Step farther from my common door
I pass by strangers speeding on
Questioning the lives they’r
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Thursday, March 15, 2012 By Abby Grammer
Wednesday, January 4, 2012 12:33 a.m.
Dear Journal,
Every night I lie awake thinking about what I could have done differently in almost every situation I've managed to put yself in, all the fa
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Thursday, March 15, 2012 By Faith Odom
Once on a piece of paper
She wrote a poem
And she called it "Lost"
Because that was what she was
And that's what it was all about
And her teacher called her mother
and told her
And her mother t
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Thursday, March 15, 2012 By M.D.M
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines,
She wrote him a letter
It started with “dear” and ended with “your love”
Because that’s what he called her
And that gave her butterflies
And her
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Thursday, March 15, 2012 By Branden Lewis
MY GAME
By, Branden Lewis
Video games every day
Is what I like to say
I play and play all day
To my most favorite game
Which I love to play
That’s all I do with my day
And my mom likes to say
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Thursday, March 15, 2012 By M.D.M
We spend so much time together
Time together is treasured
Treasured because it's with you
With you I make many memories
Many memories that will last forever
Forever we will be best friends
Best
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Thursday, March 15, 2012 By Demetria Wilmington
Life is like a rollercoaster, it has its up and its downs,
when you don't know what to do. The twists and the trurns,
when you try to find a way through. The scary points when everything seems downh
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Wednesday, March 14, 2012 By Branden Lewis
A Real Story
By Branden Lewis
Once on a dry sunny day
I played baseball
And that’s all I thought about
Because that’s all I ever wanted to do
And that’s what I was doing
And we won that game
A
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Wednesday, March 14, 2012 By Will Burke
We once had the privilege of scribbling on walls with no punishment
Back around 5 or 6 years old
We liked to put on capes
And call ourselves “Superboy” or “Supergirl”
Or maybe one day “Spiderboy”
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