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firend but i say we was the 08 p17 fam

POETRYKING — Tue, 24 Jun 2008 19:31:35 -0700

Back to back.

Side to side.

Up's and donw.

We like a skool family.

Me and you are r sosososososo cool.

Your like bro i love u my dude.

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Life is Pain

Malachi — Fri, 06 Jun 2008 11:51:09 -0700

window panes come crashing down

amidst the tears and pain

vanishing hopes are gone and flow away

up above through twilight

shadows case across the floor

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When I Was Born

Lavonnie — Fri, 06 Jun 2008 11:46:23 -0700

When I was born

I looked like an Indian baby

And I had long black hair

And my mom and my dad

Used to do my hair

And they gave me my

First birthday party

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Grandma

Chris.D — Fri, 06 Jun 2008 11:40:36 -0700

Grandma you are my world

When I am down you lift me up

When you make me do chores

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Things About My Mother

Quintin — Fri, 06 Jun 2008 11:30:56 -0700

My mother is like no other

I love my mother.

Smart and clever, smooth like leather.

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Summer is a bummer

Shyheim.V — Fri, 06 Jun 2008 10:53:23 -0700

I am clean and white as snow

Some girls say I even glow

My mom gives me 50 cents

to buy a paper that I just bent.

Disneyland is my favorite

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The Smell of Summer

Tony.A — Fri, 06 Jun 2008 10:45:02 -0700

This summer is bright and sunny.

I'm like May when the bumble bees are buzzing.

I get sun burnt running and running.

I'm like the ice cream truck going by.

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Puerto Rico

nell123 — Tue, 01 Apr 2008 07:45:46 -0700

Puerto Rico was...

filled with trees, plants, coconuts,

and clear, clean beaches.

Sunny, nice, it was hot.

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~happy n sad~

joshua_feliz — Thu, 27 Mar 2008 07:48:30 -0700

Poetry hides at the happiness when the sun shines up in the morning, and get angry when my mom mess up my day.

So I lay down at the sadness of my core for my mom.

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Poetry in the mind of the writer

eduar — Wed, 26 Mar 2008 06:43:36 -0700

Poetry hides in the moves I use when I'm boxing.

Poetry hides in the T.V. and secret scream.

Poetry hides in the death of the American soldiers.

Poetry hides in me.

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Four doors of poetry

johortiz6 — Wed, 26 Mar 2008 06:25:18 -0700

Poetry hides behind the