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tiger
the optometrist once told me, “your eye color is striking, like you have the eyes of a tiger. you really do.” if I have the eyes of a tiger, I want to grow the strength and courage, that can roar like one, too. Continue reading
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morning sky
the day begins in darkness, and so too shall it end, but on a fine spring morning, it’s a lush, illustrious blend, the pink represents promise, the orange, a bright prospect, the blue is quiet calmness, like a moment to reflect, the sun is just awakening, in a newborn, golden glimmer, and gives the morning Continue reading
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Cup of Sun
I will consider each new day, a fresh chance to begin. Like a little piece of sun, brightly blazing deep within. I shall turn to face the light, and revel in the glow. The world may cut me down, but ever, I will grow. Continue reading
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impossible
she wished that she could be an otter, so she could slip and slide through the water, her dream was for naught, like a trout left to rot, when basic biology was taught to her (a companion limerick to this post) Continue reading
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april
Like many who are born in spring, I want to live life in full bloom. If to my petals, snow should cling, I shan’t succumb to wintry doom. The rain shall tumble from the sky, but beneath it I shall grow, even through grey skies, my hopes still fly, Til golden sun sets them aglow. Continue reading
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cheese
you taste delicious though my delight is fleeting, ouch, my tummy hurts Continue reading
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