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A tale of growing up always starts with childhood. Childhood always has innocence Adulthood on the other hand, doesn't. The long journey from one ..

Memories and Death The lights slowly flashes the colors changes from blue to red along with the jolly pitches. the memories sliding acro..

A Letter For Me A letter comes for me through the mail. It clearly states that I am to appear at the meeting room. I sit here in the ..

Model Behavior Sitting down with a smile plastered on her delicate features. Posing in the front of the camera has never been fun. ..

Today, Yesterday and Tomorrow As I look up and see the magnificent bridge I'm reminded of today, yesterday and tomorrow. There's so man..

Somebody Gotta Help I got the whole world in my hands. I don't know how but I got the whole world in my hands. What am I going to do? What..

Child left behind poem

Poem on a picture from an older book

I REMEMBER I remember when I was seven. My parents sat me and my two sisters on a dreamy couch. I remember them holding all of our ha..

Just a poem I put together in History class