Poetry
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Well I don't have it with me right now so...
"As I heard the water trickle
The blinds blink
The star in front
shining in rhythm
I thought about
the answer to my craving
Where the Red Fern Grows"
The poem above is indeed true and I did see those things. Like a few days ago.Such a good but gorey book.
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hmm...
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Soon you'll be dead,
That is your fortune.
or
SUCH AMAZE<
VERY MUCH BLAZE<
WOW HOUSE<
MUCH ON FIRE>TEE HEE...
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Where the Red Fern Grow's is a execellent book I, read it in seventh grade two years ago.
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Roses are roses,
Violets are violets
leave it at that.
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I really like this poem by Robert Frost:
Whose woods these are I think I know.His house is in the village though;He will not see me stopping hereTo watch his woods fill up with snow.My little horse must think it queerTo stop without a farmhouse nearBetween the woods and frozen lakeThe darkest evening of the year.He gives his harness bells a shakeTo ask if there is some mistake.The only other sound’s the sweepOf easy wind and downy flake.The woods are lovely, dark and deep,But I have promises to keep,And miles to go before I sleep,And miles to go before I sleep.
-Robert Frost
