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Summer is here, but it’s too hot indoors.

There is nothing to do; there is no school;

Baseball’s over, and I am super bored--

I would rather be swimming at the pool!

Humidity makes me mope all around,

At the park I encounter large horse flies,

As annoying as the swing’s screeching sound--

I leave as I hear the baby’s loud cries!

I make my way to busy Bantam lake,

Everyone speeding by on their new boats,

People with suntan lotion start to bake--

And I can enjoy a large root beer float!

What a cool day I enjoyed on the beach

Now it is time to enjoy a sweet peach! :)      By: Anthony, Ulisses, Piper, Nick D, and Kyana

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Cece & Colleen                                                                                                                                    Rain pelting with an immense pressure
The sense of happiness seems to increase,
Dreary days leaving feelings of displeasure,
Only to be broken by a sense of release.
A sense of enclosure brightens your day,
As the gray sky fogs up with clouds
This is what becomes of the harsh showers of May,
As does the sound of the dissipating crowds.
The rain subsides with heavy defeat
A break is created in the bleak dismal clouds,
My feelings cast aside in the waves of heat
A stream of bright colors through them was allowed.
A rainbow appears as clear as day,
Marking the sky as a beautiful archway.

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O’ dear beloved of my

Eyes as captivating as the stars on a dark winter night

Never release love, instead just a goodbye.

His love felt willing and his love felt right

But now, he watched her beautiful smile fade.

Blesséd heart trapped in the chains,

He felt his heart suffocating in the shade.

Felt his once eternal love burning in the flames

A rush of tears stained his aging face

The thought of it all left shattered

He just wanted to leave this place.

His heart and mind left battered.

Looking forward but never back

Felt the burden of his heart crack.

- Alizah Sanford and Peyton Weik

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I sit here pondering on a summer's day

why I have no one with whom to play soccer.

And I see my friends, to my dismay

Ogling all the ladies, which my wrath does incur

I once found love, up in Finland

Through a beautiful site on the internet

But alas, this love had to end

For that triple snap was a threat.

When my love of the ball introduced me to you

I thought that our love would last

But you were a predator, which left me askew

I thought it was love, but it’s now in the past.

Now I must go take an ice bath, my soccer game left me tired.

I will stop at nothing until true love is acquired.

Aidan E, Gunnar, Matt A, Aaron

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Warm golden light spills across
the cold, barren ground, yet to be fair.
Bringing forth beauty at no loss,
perfume of flowers wafting through the air.
Foliage is brought forth,
song birds singing pierce the coldest heart.
Sunshine ever present henceforth,
clouds pose in the sky as they drift apart.
Crisp breezes exploring the trees,
bright leaves flutter towards the soil.
Their beautiful costumes dance with ease,
allowing people to relax from their toil.
Bound head to toe by hat and glove;
coldest hearts warmed by love.                                                                                                                                                        Alyssa & Jenna

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(Abby Munday, Baylie Pesce & Kaleigh Hotchkiss)

As the buds of May flowers emerge from the ground,

The music of chirping starlings accompanies the willowing breeze

It is the lovely time of year that we await year-round

We let go of our troubles with ease

The warm Sun’s rays beading against darkened skin

Early mornings of memories we won’t forget

The feeling of positivity and happiness within

Late nights, chasing the sunset

The stress of the incoming year begins

The accumulated tiredness of sleepless nights

My calm state is drawing thin

My body and mind: in a constant fight

The awaited two months have passed,

Our anticipation resets at last.

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Laborious speech through one's convoluted mind.

The words for her become untrue.

Living in a vivid well lit dream in a bedroom far outside of time.

Red used to go so nicely with pink and blue.

Then the colors died and I might leave her soon.

As I watch from above, floating on a loving feeling.

When she said hello, something awoke me under the glow of the moon.

This brilliant light guided me through the peak of my ceiling.

She thought she hated her freedom but that’s not so.

Oh the freedom she didn't need that boy.

The pain is not there and she can now grow.

Now she is happy and is singing with joy.

Now it is done and over he didn't break her heart.

They are better off apart.

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Being your caretaker, I recognize your admirations

Upon the time I’ve spent with you,

Taught nothing, but to give persuasion.

Together, we can push through

But through the eyes, of a cruel, cold blooded being

The heart of our friend slowly shatters

If only, the cruel being could understand what this animal is seeing

But through the eyes of their pet, the human doesn't comprehend how much their love matters.

I will show you my love as if you were my own little dove

No longer the need to be shy or cry

I will make sure you aren't pushed or shoved

If so I will help you rest by singing you a lullaby.

This world is senseless and reckless,

My time spent with you is gentle and precious.

Brock Dione, Shae Blasavage & Tyrese Zayas

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Basketball - LJ S, Nick C, AJ Q

Locker Room talk doesn't stop the butterflies

I have to remind myself to breathe

all good now I hear the fans cries

tallest tip off all I need seethe.

The fans are stomping their feet

Im tryna set my teammate up for a three

as he pulls it from deep

but my name isn't pistol Pete.

I set my teammates up with dimes

as we head into halftime

you can hear the crowds battle cries

I'm actually doing this in my mind.

the other team is up by one

and for game I hit an and one

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Money doesn’t buy joy

It turns you into a person that you wouldn’t want to be

Money is a type of toy

The thought of wondering who is real and who is fake will not let you free

Friendship is the greatest joy of all

It is the key to true pleasure

It puts you on a high when you’re not at the mall

Friendship is a true treasure

True friends have been there from the start

Others will not be happy for you

Which sets them apart

Sometimes you cannot tell and you won't have a clue

You shouldn't take real friends for granted

Others can be truly slanted

Brodie Lamere Nick Fray

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Soccer is a sport that occurs in the fall,

To play the game of soccer, you must have a bag of skills,

Enough practice put it, you might be able to kick a curve ball,

Physic is very important, and always remember that speed kills,

Basketball is a sport that is right around the corner,

This sport is like poetry in motion,

It's typically always indoor, preferably in the winter,

When it gets very competitive, it creates some commotion,

This season of golf occurs in the spring,

Keeping track of your own score is crucial,

Peacefulness is something that the sport brings,

In a field with flowers tinted fuschia,

Throughout all year, where sports are teaming,

It's in the world where people keep on dreaming.

Cooper Laure, Nic Mazzochi, Aidan Freimuth & Brett Dione.

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It can energize as much as caffeine

Make the day be alive

Can forget about the dragging routine

The ideas are fuddering like bees in a hive

About to step on the court crowd cheering loud,

“WE WILL” “WE WILL ROCK YOU” they scream,

The crowd chanting the song, we will make them proud.

The music fills the whole gym, we will beat this team.

As it gets you through the day in your worst or best moments

Sets the mood and creates the dream

Can set your head right and help you focus

The toons can make you shine like a beam

Overall the sound of music can help you throughout the day

It just matters when you use it

Xavier McDermott, Ian Brescia, Jonathan Hotchkiss

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When it comes to juicy tender sensations

Chicken slaps the hardest no cap

Making it most ways take no complications

Eating it makes me nap

When grilled, it’s healthy, so it’s hottest

Eating chicken, Everyone goes yum

It’s the best meat, though it’s the oddest

When I pull it out, everyone wants some

The only meat I want in my stomach is chicken

Pork and Beef can’t even compare

I like it because it’s always being finger-lickin'

People say they’re better, but I don’t care

From now to the last time I throw it on the grill

It will still find a way to never make me go ill

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Ella, Jacey, and Brooke

We love the beach,

With the sand between our toes,

When there’s nothing for school to teach,

It’s where everybody goes.

The sun gives us dark tan lines

White dots of sunscreen spread on our faces

The beach brings us good times

The ocean water is clean for swimming races

The sound of the crashing wave is calming

While the heat beats upon me

The ocean is calling

We all feel so free

Just to rap it up,

It’s the beach that we really love.

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A nightmare coming to an end at last

After what felt like an eternity of chaos and tragedy

Stores reopening, no more isolation, no more suffocating masks

Summer is coming, and we have finally escaped this torturous agony

Quarantines over, I can see my friends

I won’t have to have anxiety about going into a store

Being locked up has come to an end

As for seeing everyone again, I’m not sure

The world is now a different place

But the problems of the Earth still remain

I felt safe in my own space

Excuses of not being able to socialize are now being slain

The masks that suffocated me endlessly

Kept my insecurity away splendidly

By Ash DIngwell, Maddie Curtiss, and Kayleb Jewett

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With naive hope the fridge is opened and ingredients are few:

The preparation starts with cutting, mixing, stirring and seasoning

The skillet is oiled and the stove top is heated to a stew

Zucchini, peppers, broccoli, and onions are added with reasoning

Bits of chicken dipped in honey, and included in the blend

Noodles and sauce are dropped into the mingle

The timer is set so that we can follow the trend

Ignorance as the timer starts jingle

The stove starts crackling, blackening, whining, and bubbling

Despair and panic settle in as black smoke settles aloft the room

The skillet is dumped as we are struggling and mumbling

Then the deep breaths are taken as we resume

The preparations redone in a hurry and thrown together with haste

The stir fry is then eaten happily with flavor and taste

By: Sophia Gabriele and Anna Saltourides

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A fluffy layer of snow rests on the ground
and millions of snowflakes fall from the sky.
It will be a while before all the loose objects are found,
all hidden under snow as gentle a a lullaby.
Built on that ground is large brick house,
and inside are people gathered around presents and stockings.
There IS a peep, but its still not a mouse,
it is all the family and friends huddled inside talking.
The young ones don't hesitate and rip into the wrapping.
They open toys such as small cars, crayons, and drums.
They open food such as candy canes and nuts for cracking,
chocolate, gingerbread, mints and  sugarplums.
Before you know it, the kid's bedtime appears.
Time sure flies on the most magical day of the year.

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The Harvest Months

As unappreciated as a single parent,

As fresh as a cold lemonade.

The vibrant colors are still adolescent:

Greenness slipping from the everglades.

Sounds of laughter carried by the wind,

Autumn pools of colored leaves,

Which catch young children as summer dims-

Morning grass shimmers with waters’ beads.

Longing for snow, deprived of hot sun,

This season scarcely lasts three months.

Before it is enjoyed, the ripe apples are gone:

Textbooks and computers touched barely once.

So savor the candy and enjoy the dry turkey

Or the memory of fall will begin to go murky.

(Claire Olmstead and Sophie Perkel)

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I have chewed a piece of bubble gum
and spat it out after the flavor had vanished
like when a tongue reaches the center of a ripe plumb
although patience and determination are mannish
I would never find the need or the time.
as the flavor became dissonant my mouth became dry
and although leaving something so innocent should be a crime
and I am sure if the gum had eyes it would cry
but the tears remain undetected and unknown
and I proceed with no remorse
finding a new piece to call my own
and drift quickly away from it, like a gumball divorce
and although I know my gum will see me through
I spat it out. I have better gum to chew.

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Shall I compare Karen to a normal cat?

She runs at the sight of the black dog.

And spends her days in the basement catching rats.

Her beautiful black coat is blind to her humans as is a forest in the fog.

Carried around by the youngest child, Caroline.

Being forced to dance and perform in sily shows.

When summoned, the poor cat has a different name every time.

She is left outside in the winter when it snows.

When let inside mean Claire’s room.

She is given a chance to show her true self.

Thy Karen cuddles with her human in the safe bedroom.

But once she's forced to leave she finds herself hidden on a tall shelf.

When will Karen's true beauty finally be seen?

Until that day it will be just a dream.

Catherine Acerbi and Riley Southard

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From the depths of my mind I can not imagine,                                                                                                                      Locked up in my house for days, turned to a bored guy,                                                                                                    Quarantine out of nowhere going outside can not happen,                                                                                                Pray this will be over, see my friends by July.                                                                                                                      Trapped in my room, nothing to do,                                                                                                                                      Boredom seeps in as I try to entertain,                                                                                                                                  Loneliness enters my mind as I called people I knew,                                                                                                          Can't go anywhere because that  Corona-virus is my bane,                                                                                                    Hanging out with friends is impossible,                                                                                                                                   Texting is the only way to talk.                                                                                                                                                  Corona-virus is unstoppable,                                                                                                                                                       I can't even go for a walk.                                                                                                                                                           This quarantine has made me insane,                                                                                                                                      Living inside my own brain.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Quarantine, by Ian F, Ian H, and Rowan