I ate a spicy ginger from my brother on a dare. the ginger caught my head on fire and burned off all my hair . My mouth disgorged lava and my tongue began to melt my ears were shooting jets of steam atleast that's how they felt . I spring back around the room iDisplay
WHAT IS POETRY?
Not the tree, but the fruits on the tree; Not the food, but the ingredients in the food; Not the pen, but the ink in the pen; . Not the song, but the tone of the song; . Not the birds, but the flock of the birds . Not a poet but the thought ofDisplay
MISTY MORNING
One misty morning in the sky bean land something didn't feel right all of the land's colours seemed faded bounce travelled on, wondering where the singing birds had gone . Suddenly, the lights and colours nearby started to flicker there was a weird machine, slowly sucking in the colours of summer as bounce approached it,Display
Abraham Lincoln’s Second Inaugural Address
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Going Home
Going Home A Civil War Story As I look back at the year of 1864 I see I was wrong about war . . . I was young then, about 12, when I was drafted into the Civil War as a drummer boy. I was eager for war and fighting. Momma and Papa had toldDisplay
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