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Horrible Things

Seventh grade:


The end of an entry
it is hard to say
makes me wish I
could write all day

Senior year:


Haven't I known you forever
Or was there a day we met?
I can remember a time without you
I was just waiting, I bet.

Fifth Grade

My dear little Mother
Is much like the others.
But though she is like them,
she has but one men.
He is my dear father,
named Evan of daughters.

Seventh Grade (about my German teacher):

Weedy was a dear, dear child
said his mother at his trial
But, when his students took the bench
Weedy had no self-defense.

While Weedy works around the clock
and as he hears the faint tick, tock
He wonders if he ever will
collect the overtime bill

Dreams

Dreams are reflections
Dreams are mysterious
Dreams are fictious
Dreams are shadows of the night
Dreams are dancers in your head
Dreams are as soft as pillows
Dreams are like shattered memories
Dreams are as peaceful as a lake
Dreams are like a fair you only go to once
Dreams are like flowers in a garden, here only to be picked.

Waiting for Dawn

Yawn, yawn
Waiting for Dawn,
What can I do in the meantime?
A dream is a passtime to do in your sleep,
But will a dream ever keep?

Yawn, yawn
Waiting for Dawn,
What can I do in the meantime?
A nightmare, a dream, my friend and me,
Are waiting to watch T.V.

Yawn, yawn
Waiting for Dawn,
What can I see in the meantime?
A monster, a castle, a girl in distress,
And a knight going on a quest.

Yawn, yawn
Here coes the dawn,
Do I have to stop dreaming now?
No, the dreams will go on,
Past night and past dawn,
Til time itself has past and gone.

Yawn, yawn
Waiting for Dawn,
What can I do in the meantime?
A dream is a passtime to do in your sleep,
Yes, a dream you'll always keep?./br>

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Last revised August 10, 2011.