My Writing

		My Writing
		Writing is my favorite and best subject so you're most likely to be pleased.
I Wish I Could Sing	Computer	Peace Country	Well	Spookle Sisters	I'd Liken a Moose...	Your Choice	Name What? Whose Name?	A Place	A Good Title
The Wood	Unmiracleized	Signs of the Birth of Spring	Seperating Will	Wild for Webkinz	Ole Miraculous	So It May Be Boston

I Wish I Could Sing	Oh, I wish I could sing like a small bird. or howl as loud as a cow in a herd. I wish how to learn how to squeak like a mouse, running around and around the house. I want to hear the elephants song, as he sings and sings, all day long. As I get t bed I hear my cat purr. I love how she turns her notes into slurs. When I get older I wish to join the choir. Because that's what I always and always desired.
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Computer	A mad genius that never forgets, the mouse, keyboard, speaker, and monitor are his pets. He can never do without his monitor, because then he cannot see. Though the monitor gets all the fame, the computer is the one who reads. He can never do without his speaker, or else he cannot speak. Though the speaker gets all the fame, the computer taught it Greek. He can never do without his keyboard, Because then he cannot write. Though the keyboard gets all the fame, the computer helped it with kite! He can never do without his mouse, because than he cannot click. Though the mouse gets all the fame, the computer made it tick. Now you know the computer is famous, and the others are just the lamest!
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Peace Country	A calm country that's war-free, that never has a fight. Although they aren't all siblings, their peace is always tight. If you ever see a ghoul and then get a bite, the peace people will be right there. And after they hugged you with sympathy too, they play a game that's fair. They call themselves 'Peaceoutions', since everyone agreed. They thought it was victorious but long, lucky they all can read. When a girl has found a cat with glee, they wait till the cat has kittens. When they are born the girl, gave them all to the Peaceoutions.
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Well	A portal to an airless zone, rich with coins it might be. It stings your lungs and then you're gone, so you might want to flee. It makes a splash sound with the drop of a coin, but you'll never lose your rash. So next time you see a well, remember what I had to tell.
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Spookle Sisters	Mary Sparkles Spookle sister can break a glass window within half a meow. She does it because she can, and oh wow, it can also kill a poor little cow. From a small peck of a bird she'll awake from her rest, she claws the screen until it's down. Now she puts her hunting skills to the test Cookie Spookle Sister is the mysterious puss, she can scare a wolf with a small growl, which to me is very very delirious. She teleports from room to room, faster than cheetahs running laps around mats, I count on her for walking without the sound of a single tap. The Spookle sisters are always a team, except they have some fights. They almost always have wild shots, so put your safety gear on tight!
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I'd Liken a Moose...	I'd liken a moose to be as blue as a baby's cozy blanket. When the baby is cooed to sleep. When the baby starts to dream. The baby would liken a short dream. As short as a small little period. When the period is in a sentence. When the period has been marked. The period would liken to be an exclamation point as exclamatory as a wolf's howl. When the wolf shouts to the moon. When the moon doesn't answer back. The wolf will liken the moon to speak as much as a mouse's heart beats in a minute. When a cat spies the poor little mouse. When the mouse has nowhere to go. The mouse will liken to be as strong as a moose...
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Your Choice	Don't go there! My friend oh please come back! That's the wrong place to fly. I know you're determined, but if that is your choice I will rip out my heart and stomp all over it. I plead, I weep, for you, my friend! I beg of you to unchain yourself and return to me. where I stand, where I fly, where I sleep, is freedom. Trust me, believe me, you are my friend! I cry for you to turn around and be free. If you don't, my sorrow ,my despair, my tears, and my wail, will all jump out of my presence and show it's features. But my trust in you, my friend fills my whole heart. I trust your choice. I trust you.
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Name What? Whose Name?	Name what? Who's name? I'm lost of a name. When I was birthed my name ran yonder. It wondered out of my grape-sized grip. The capital letter led the un-capital letters like a mother duck leading her ducklings. I hope you didn't take it...
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A Place	A place. A place. You can own a place. You can own a place that you call home. You can own a place that you call home, that's a nice name. You can own a place that you call home, that's a nice name, it makes me feel... You can own a place that you call home, that's a nice name, it makes me feel... safe. A home. A home. You could have a home. you could have a home that has soft beds, You could have a home that has soft beds and a wardrobe of clothing. You could have a home that has soft beds and a wardrobe of clothing, filled with... You could have a home that has soft beds and a wardrobe of clothing, filled with... pajamas!
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A Good Title	To have a good title it must be at it's best. You have to make sure it is not overused. Until you have one you mustn't rest. Because it'll take tiring hours to choose. You might mourn the talent of good titles. Or you're joyous of your choice. Or you're envious of your idol, because a good title comes form his voice!
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The Wood	Brown on both, Left and right. Green on the wood’s Lower sky made by the Trees. Some of both descends To the soft, Mossy floor. The sky peeks in through The leaves, Left by the Wood, With no useful purpose. So it tries no more, To join Green and brown, Dirt and grass, Bark and leaves. Animals scurry through The tall, Wild grass. The birds all crow, They fly in the Sky. So they crow Stronger Than before. Squirrels jump and descend, Climb and nibble. They’re always up To these antics. Owls are precise, Not random like The roll of dice. They’re always perched On a branch, No more irritable Than a skunk. The leaves Sometimes Are not in the mood, To battle the clouds Back in the sky. The clouds are Prepared, For this precious Moment. So they jump on In and make a Fog. Next time you seem in the wood, Remember To realize. That not just the Animals, And you are Alive.
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Unmiracleized	Unhappy, Ungreatful, Unrelaxed, and also feel unalive. But mostly I'm unmiracleized. I feel as unreal as an unused song. unexcited, unprogressed, and I feel unstrong. Instead of a bottle, when I'm born, will they feed me a bomb? Unseen, Unrecognized, and very unknown. Will they turn me away when I'm shown? Will they say I'm unrefined, unpleasent, and unkind? But mostly will they think I'm unmiracleized? I open my eyes; smiles left, right, up, and down. And I cry with joy, for not seeing a frown.
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Signs of the Birth of Spring	Number 1, microscopic infants go outsidde and have some fun. Number 2, kids get spring shoes that are new. Number 3, teens go to the spring sales and be free. Number 4, adults watch children get a soccer score! Number 5, parents spring offsprings arrive. There are many signs of spring, but sadly we can't say everything. You'll learn more when you're older, they'll get better or get colder.
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Seperating Will	In kindergarten we discovered a gift. This gift, was the priority of learning. I was told learning, kept minds turning. I met my class, friendly and moving. We spent years with one another. Falling in love, falling on sidewalks, with someone pulling you up. Our friendship was patching us up, into a blanket of family. But then came June, we must pass on, our crowns to fourth grade, and walk a away.
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Wild For Webkinz	In the second grade of Wolcott Elementary, second graders adored even the thought of Webkinz. Then things started looking up. The third graders put even more love into Webkinz. They took them to school, and played with them during recess. They savored their free time going online on www.webkinz.com. Then it looked up even higher. Wolcott's beloved Spanish teacher got a Webkinz, Chihuahua. "It's just so Spanish," Mrs. Power's says during my Spanish class. The day after she got her Webkinz she taught a third grade class and they cheered with delight. But what is making the students so obsessed? Webkinz are cute little plush pets that you can 'bring to life' on your computer using the secret code on your Webkinz' tag (Don't throw the tag out!). You could also use a lil' kinz for the process. But what is the key for their obsession for Webkinz? The cuteness of the pet, or it's code to Webkinz world? Just ask them! Or, you can look for them at your local toy store.
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Ole Miraculous	Shutter me, I don't like this dream! Mercy, I surrender! I hate this war. Does this piece go here? Or does it connect with over there where they share? Ole miraculous, stay a while more, is this what you do, you sure? Oh, the memories she has within her, the hardships in her hands. The fundraisers she held, of bottles and cans. Now she's braking, like the old miracle she is. All the battles there was to be, were won by her. She saved you, made you from scratch, risked herself to dig you life. I'm hired to fix her, as I'd do anything for her. To wake up from the nightmare, to win the war, to beat the game of survival.
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So It May Be Boston	Some say when I got there I was captured by history and was wrapped up in it’s stories. My brain is flooded with history of bloody battles, rebellion, and revolution. I may be in a herd of my equal, but I feel as if I’m locked up in my own world, looking at the scary pictures of my country’s past. When I think of the words ‘city of’' I think of the words the could come after it, like ‘Enchantment,’ ‘Magic,’ and ‘ancient.’ So it may be Enchantment, for my red brick trail for a guide leads me to enchanting history. So it may be Magic, why else had such historical people set upon such a place? So it may be Ancient, for you could never dig deep enough to find it’s original ground. But maybe these words could make one into a whole new word. An Enchanting word. A Magical word. An Ancient word. So it may be Boston. So it is.
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