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There is an explosion of green life in the light,
This life extrapolates all its emerald green.
This life needs its eternity to be as tight
And as deep as needed her own son an ice queen.

And all the colors of the rainbow may be seen
In different amounts to the different shades.
Blue irises are placed in a complex world of green.
Into the flower bed, these flowers are like spades.

They need to reassure, as Pantone may suggest,
This world of mystery, which no longer exists.
With pale neutral yellow tongs, they're in great request,
With neutral yellow thoughts, they please the Queen of White.

Alongside darker colors, neutral things sustain
The balance of thoughts serving as background to pray.
The warm cadmium yellow may accidentally drain
The bad spirits and irises keep them away.

Van Gogh used such a small amount of indigo,
While this indigo conveys truthfulness and trust,
But his emerald green was like a piccolo,
And through this emerald, his world could readjust.

Using the bright head against the rich blue background,
Van Gogh sent messages writing with his colors.
In an ochre's religious fight, he lost his ear's sound
To purify this world, where the thought discolors.

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Beauty to hear, beauty to look at;

Happy Birthday “San Lorenzo” Stradivari for turning 300;

No signs of slowing down,

Only the best are worthy of its talents...

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The universe, big
Boom, the singularity
From which it arose

That is where we live

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I saw a painting
Once
Of
A
Soup can.
It was scary
Because it looked scared.
I was so sad for
The soup can
That I never
Ever
Drank soup
Again.
Even when
I
Was
Hungry/thirsty.
(Which is all
The time,
Pretty much.)
This was my favourite painting.
My dad
Liked it
Too.
The End.
-By Fab ; )

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By: Renee, Vanessa and Alyssa

Halls.
Be unstoppable.
Let's hear your battle cry.
Halls.

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Brown coat lady walks towards a demon. The same demon that currently eats us. Could it be a trash picker or maybe it’s the man with the bucket. The blonde bike lady ignores the demons as she graciously glides by.

Bon, Michaloeb ultra, Matt Ryan.

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There's somethin' 'bout "Just Graduated"
She waited .
He didn't