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Ms. Ranfone's PS 17 eZine

Knock Out
This is the official electronic magazine of PS 17.
Author: 
POETRYKING

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.

Author: 
Malachi
 

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

Author: 
Lavonnie
  

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

Author: 
Chris.D
 

Grandma you are my world

When I am down you lift me up

When you make me do chores

Author: 
Quintin

My mother is like no other

I love my mother.

Smart and clever, smooth like leather.

Author: 
Shyheim.V

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

Author: 
Tony.A

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.

Author: 
nell123
Puerto Rico was...
filled with trees, plants, coconuts, 
and clear, clean beaches.

Sunny, nice, it was hot.
Author: 
joshua_feliz
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.
Author: 
eduar

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.

Author: 
johortiz6

Poetry hides behind the

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