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Gingerbread kid

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Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate to say that for destruction ice is also great and would suffice.

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Rejinaldo,
I see that you've worked very hard on this. I will give you the 75 and you can stop copying- don't worry about finishing. Please tell Jose that I can see that he has done zero work on Padlet and zero work on iLit since I've been gone. It is not acceptable.

Good job, Rejinaldo, and thanks for be responsible!

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Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate to say that for destruction ice is also great
And would suffice.

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I'm nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody too? Then there's a pair of us! Don't tell! They'd advertise you know! How dreary to be somebody how public like a frog to tell one's same the livelong June to admiring big!

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I'm nobody? What are you are you nobody too. Then there's a pair of us! Don't tell! They'd advertise you now! How dreary to be somebody how public like a frog to tell one's same the livelong jury to admiring bog!

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What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a score and the sun? Does it stink like rotten meat? Like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode.

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What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a score and the sun? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode.

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He clasps the crag with crooked hands; close to the sun in lonely lands, ringed with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; He watches from his mountains walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls

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He clasps the crag with crooked hands; close to the sun in lonely lands, Ringed with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; He watches from his mountains walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls.