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Words

February 5, 2010
By Sabrinahco GOLD, Jefferson City, Missouri
Sabrinahco GOLD, Jefferson City, Missouri
10 articles 2 photos 10 comments

Favorite Quote:
"If you're not first, you're last"


I had to say the words
They wouldn't stop but coming
Its not my fault they sprang to life
And everything came doubting
The words were parts of me
Of what I had to tell you
Its crazy how your mind comes out
And everything comes downing
The words, of what I had to say
That maybe just got, ruined
Its not my fault
They're just these words
Alive
And yes, they're coming



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on Jun. 14 2010 at 4:09 pm
SarahJumps SILVER, Richmond, Virginia
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Favorite Quote:
Great minds discuss ideas; average minds discuss events; small minds discuss people. <br /> -Eleanor Roosevelt<br /> <br /> I think, at a child&#039;s birth, if a mother could ask a fairy godmother to endow it with the most useful gift, that gift should be curiosity. -E.R

I love the ending of this poem. amazing.

taylor11 GOLD said...
on Feb. 25 2010 at 5:03 pm
taylor11 GOLD, Wauwatosa, Wisconsin
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this is really good, keep writing

on Feb. 23 2010 at 8:40 am
kennedy_nicole BRONZE, Hancock, Maine
4 articles 0 photos 11 comments

Favorite Quote:
uhm....no? and awhhh.

i really like this poem; its really nice. good jobbb(:

on Feb. 23 2010 at 7:40 am
chocolateharp SILVER, Plaistow, New Hampshire
8 articles 0 photos 21 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Dear God,&quot; she prayed, &quot;let me be something every minute of every hour of my life. Let me be gay; let me be sad. Let me be cold; let me be warm. Let me be hungry...have too much to eat. Let me be ragged or well dressed. Let me be sincere - be deceitful. Let me be truthful; let me be a liar. Let me be honorable and let me sin. Only let me be something every blessed minute. And when I sleep, let me dream all the time so that not one little piece of living is ever lost.&quot; - Betty Smith (A Tree Grows in Brooklyn)

I love this poem, especially the ending!! Could you check out some of mine?