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Angry Child
This child is so angry. Nobody understands him so he chooses to live in his own little world. Nobody sees the gifts he has, nor do they care. His world grows larger; a shell to protect him. I love you, little boy, for I am just the same.
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My Uncle Grant
My Uncle Grant; not only family, but my also best friend. He passed away much too soon, leaving me behind. I will never forget the fun times we shared; the rides in the car, the trips to Toys-R-Us, and our life long friendship. I wish you were here because I miss you already.
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Me, The Firefighter
Me, the firefighter. My white uniform clean and pressed perfectly. I walk in sequence; tall and proud, hiding that which is the real me. The playful little kid I must hide behind the badge I wear.
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Look Back On My Life
My life lives forever in my words. Reincarnated on every page, relievable any number of times. Such a gift it is to look back on my life… relive those forgotten childhood days. My life is eternal captured in the pages of my journal. All my life’s’ pages held together with a perfect binding called time.
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Life Is But A Journey
Life is but a journey with a fork in every road. Its high roads and its low roads. We as travelers know only where we are and where we’ve been. Seldom, if ever do we know where we’re going. But we all reach our destination some day. Making our lives and this endless journey complete.
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In One Day
see the mountain sides see the beautiful lake shore all this in one day
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Dark Nights And Fast Cars
Why walk when you can drive? Drive. The music blasting only makes me crazy. It’s the way you like to drive. Drive. You show me another side of life. It’s unlike the slow-paced life of the South. That is not how you drive. Drive. You whisk us away; down crowded streets on a Saturday night. Drive. Right through changing lights, and stop signs; nothing will slow you down. Drive. Pick up some hair dye, then leave me at my block. Finally, some place familiar to me; another unusual experience for me to write down.
