Elverado Echo Elverado High School Elkville, IL
Issue Date: Friday, March 16, 2012 Issue: Edition 7 Last Update: Tuesday, March 27, 2012
  • Poems

    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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  • Streets

    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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  • MY GAME

    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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  • Friends Forever

    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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  • A Beautiful Lie.

    Wednesday, March 14, 2012 By: Genevieve

    A poem.

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  • Anne Boleyn

    Wednesday, March 14, 2012 By: Mia VanZandt

    Anne Boleyn
    could trick you with a grin.
    But her plans hit a wall
    when her head took a fall.

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  • My Poems

    Wednesday, March 14, 2012 By: Corrine Wilson

    Gone That last faint breath uttered goodbye as you drove away into the sun,     taking my feelings for you,                  everything I wanted,                                  and just like tha

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  • 9:00 a.m.

    Wednesday, March 14, 2012 By: DemetriaWilmington

    The hour you are in school Monday-Friday. The hour you are working. The hour that nothing gets said. The hour that's like a black hole. The hour time seems to stay still. The hour people are arg

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  • High School - A Poem

    Tuesday, March 13, 2012 By: Gabe Wohlwend

    A poem about high school

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  • Nine At Night

    Tuesday, March 13, 2012 By: Michelle Delp

    Poem about the hour of 9 P.M.

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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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