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Some memories 

Can be fragile

Others very slim

Or skimpy,

Some exceedingly mini

Everyone in the world-

Must wish that their memories

Were fatter,

Plumper,

A bit more meaty.

If only they had fed

Their memory more lunch that day

It might had remembered more

If only they had given up their

Whole leg of chicken 

During dinner that day

It might have remembered more

Their memories might not have slipped

Through the prison bars 

Of their brain-

For if those memories had been larger,

They would have gotten their porky selves

Stuck-

Where that person wanted them-

In their memory forever

 Hurricane Irene-

The perfect opportunity

To splash in more puddles

 Than I’ve ever

Splashed in before

My brother and I,

We roamed the streets Read more »

What can I do

With You

Your big brown eyes

being lovable, kind

Leaving me feeling

Like I can do nothing

To thank you

And the next day

Those same brown eyes

As large as a baby calve's

Are glaring

At

Me

Vermont is a little state in northeastern U.S.A. I am currently growing up there so I would know. It truly is an incredible place to grow up in, even though most people would say that about their own hometown. So what's the difference? Read more »

Racing, I start

After the horn blows

Getting,

Faster

and faster

And yes,

Even faster

I am rushing past the wind

Overpassing even the greatest

The race is over

I indeed

Have won

Sometimes I feel like taking off and flying to the Jungle of Nool. I want to meet the Grinch whose heart is "3 sizes too small. I want to say to Horton "You're awesome!" And most of all I want to tell Gertrude Mcfuzz that I admire her very greatly. It's okay if birds only have one feather. Read more »

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Through the  window...

It's a whole different world in there

Through the mossy window

I can see a little- but not enough

To satisfy my curiosity

The little mushroom table is soaking up the sun-

streaming through the window

I can spot acorn cups as well

The fireplace has ashes, and a kettle-

with vegetable stew as a dwindling smell

If I poke my head almost too far,

I can see a green coat hanging up

My eyes surpass the limit, and let up Read more »

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