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Si-Jo from 7th grade

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The woman stood up to pick up the cool yellow flower.

Curiously smelling the flower that slowly picked

She carried up the flower because “throwing is littering”


-Michael R.


Part Two 

Friends

Fantastic friends are like stars I don’t always see.

I know they’re always near even though I don’t want them to be.

When they are gone I feel I am a missing puzzle piece.

-Janet C.


Monday Mayhem

Every child of every age, sadly mouring at 7:00 a.m.

We slack and stumble, onto our system, but we know no delight.

We try hard and keep our heads up high up in the sky, but school begins.

- Luis M.


Love

What is love? Random feelings

Make my heart flutter for more

Sweet and yummy like oranges

But its also like a gunshot

Bloody pain never felt before

I don’t understand how I feel

- Dalilah S.


Nature is Passion

Nature fills us with passion, and enjoyment around the world,

Trees and flowers blossom, like kids growing up in the stages of life,

Joy can be everywhere; nature gives us feelings to living things.

-Diana P.


Life is a mystery not too deep nor unfocused,

People searched very far and wide just to see where life leads,

The thing is that if you search too deep you come out with madness

-Angelica A.


His blue wayward box, drifting idly in the early morning,

Old time can’t tell the years of paroxystic space that’s passed the ship.

The pilot sits and sobs over life and death, friends dead and gone.

-Louisa L.


The people I can really trust are the ones that will always be there

Where are most of those people? There’s not a lot of them

Because honestly the only person I can depend on is myself

-Yvette A.

The lights illuminate and accompany the stars at night glared through the harboring skies in the glaring times in the day They swarm with a great brilliance of almost every color. 
- Angel R.
Winter sneezes all over the place and the white snow gets larger Everyone enjoying winter’s breath all feeling grateful Animals all cozy and sleeping in winters breath
 - Andy D.
The dye of a squid’s ink is black, like a winter night sky,
so dark, mysterious, mischievous, and misleading,
the ink is a mirror reflecting the image of death.
- Michael Y.