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Jeremy the Cow
Jeremy the pink ghost cow
A wonder to behold
He sucks out your insides and makes them into smoothies
And his existence usually goes untold.
That is, until one day
A pair of crazy cousins
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Victorious
People ask me,
Why do you love music so much?
Making music
Playing music
Listening to music.
I thought about it, and
I really love how it connects people.
People who are so different
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Going, Going, Gone
Going, going, gone
That's where you're going to go
Far away from me.
You're graduating this year
And I'm stuck here for another
But I'd rather be where you are
Forever.
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Friendship
Friendship
Is magic to me.
The light in your eyes
The glow in your smile
The thoughtful pause
Before you speak.
Your laugh and your joy
Your heartache and pain
How sometimes
We even talk
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Why
Why is it so hard for you
To admit when you're wrong?
Why can't you say the two words that
Mean everything
To me?
"I'm sorry".
Would it really be that hard?
Couldn't you do it?
For me?
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Doubletime
And then there were two.
Two hearts, two stories.
Two lives intertwined.
Doubletime.
Two angry auras
Flushed with the blue of sadness
And the hue of love, at the edge
Out of the way
Out of reach.
Loves
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The tree that defines me
When I was little, we lived in Philly. Seven hours from where we live now, eight counting the time allotted for rest stops. And a little ways down the sidewalk from our house was this tree.
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i saw the most wonderful thing today
addressed to everyone i call my friend
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Unique
I am unique
I have hearing loss
I feel as if it is harder for me to fit in
I feel as if I am a puzzle piece that can’t fit
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Why I hate school :)
I have this teacher...
This teacher is rude and sexist
They get mad if you don't know the answer to something that they haven't explained yet...
They never get mad at certain students, they have favorites...
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Remembrance
Cracked pavement tells the story that time refuses to forget.
And while tree roots weave their way underneath the ashen pavement,
Time is dripping away from me.
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A Palmful of Metaphors
I’d like a palmful of metaphors,
Ones to use every time
I put a pen to a page,
To plant in my heart
And become submerged in my hope,