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Colten
Jacoby
Raymond

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Abject
Adroit
Aghast
Amenable
Amendable
Angst
Appraisal
Ashen
Berate
Coercion
Complacency
Disheveled
Disposition
Dread
Ebony
Havoc
Hinder
Homage
Incarcerate
Inept
Lithe
Municipalities
Nincompoop
Pensive
Profound
Resilience
Reverberate
Rowan
Tactile
Transgression
Vestige
Vestige
Wistful
Woe

TRANSITION VOCAB WORD:::

Homage

Hinder
Incarcerate

Wistful

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Limbs impossibly still as we walk past the fallen

Some cry as we pass our brothers that didn't make it

Others feel hatred for the transgressions and the enemy leaving the vestige of what they did

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, now its time we go

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, will I make it home

We hear a crash as our Sargent coercions us tis the wind and nothing more

Our man Perched and sat, and nothing more as he was adroit with his rifle

I reach down to pick up my cantine the cold tactile touch sends chills down my spine but it reverberates when I drop it.

we march down to the valley we sing our songs

We hear shots ring out and we take  for cover

We all realize its time to say goodbye

My friend has died

I want to go home

We probably wont make it back

Im sorry dad

Its time to say goodbye

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Cloud demolition -- Willa Carrol
Do not go gentle into that goodnight -- Dylan Thomas
In Flanders fields -- John Mccrae
Käthe Kollwitz -- Muriel Rukeyser
Lose Yourself -- Eminem
Spirits of the dead -- Edgar Allen Poe
The Raven -- Edgar Allen Poe
The Rose That Grew From Concrete -- Tupac Shakur
Theme in Yellow -- Carl Sandburg
Thumbprint -- Eve Merriam
To This Day -- Shane Koyczan

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Adroit
Appraisal
Coercion
Complacency
Disposition
Disposition
Muciplicites
Reverberate
Transgression
Vestige

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in flader feilds- Jhon Mccrae
the raven- Edgar Allen poe
cloud demolition- Willa Carrol
to this day shane koyczan

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Raven by Edgar Allen Poe
cloud demolition by Willa carrol
to this day by Shane Koyczan

in Flanders fields Jhon McCrane

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These times are hard, I've been chewed up and spit out
I'm what you call rage, caught up between solitude and a grey tombstone
Sorrow thrilled me and filled me with dread
Deep in my soul there's darkness and nothing more

I'm a man near death, who sees the dying light
Over many a quaint, only this and nothing more
Long I stood there wondering, fearing, doubting
Dreaming dreams no mortal has dared to dream more

But the stillness gave no token
Deep in the darkness, the stillness drew stronger
This I whispered and nothing more
Rage, rage against the dying night

Curse the darkness with blinding light

Darkness should burn and rave at close of day
Do not go gentle against the raging dark
The darkness though clear shall rave
With blinding light high from it's throne in heaven

Poems used
Do not go gentle into that good night, Dylan Tomas
Lose yourself, Eminem
Spirits of the dead, Edgar Allen Poe
The raven, Edgar Allen Poe

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Limbs impossibly still as we walk past the fallen

Some cry as we pass our brothers that didn't make it
Others feel hatred for the transgressions and the enemy leaving the vestige of what they did

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, now its time we go

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, will I make it home

We hear a crash as our Sargent coercions us tis the wind and nothing more

Our man Perched and sat, and nothing more as he was adroit with his rifle

I reach down to pick up my cantine the cold tactile touch sends chills down my spine but it reverberates when I drop it.

We march down to the valley we sing our songs

We hear shots ring out and we take  for cover

We all realize its time to say goodbye

My friend has died

I want to go home

We probably wont make it back

I'm sorry dad

Its time to say goodbye

But I shall not perish through thick or thin, even if all of these times are hard, I must keep fighting, I must continue my legacy and survive to embrace my destiny even if all these trials are trying to Hinder me, I will receive a Homage for all my pain, even if it leaves,me Wistful

These times are hard, I've been chewed up and spit out
I'm what you call rage, caught up between solitude and a grey tombstone
Sorrow thrilled me and filled me with dread
Deep in my soul there's darkness and nothing more

I'm a man near death, who sees the dying light
Over many a quaint, only this and nothing more
Long I stood there wondering, fearing, doubting
Dreaming dreams no mortal has dared to dream more

But the stillness gave no token
Deep in the darkness, the stillness drew stronger
This I whispered and nothing more
Rage, rage against the dying night

Curse the darkness with blinding light

Darkness should burn and rave at close of day
Do not go gentle against the raging dark
The darkness though clear shall rave
With blinding light high from it's throne in heaven

The end is closer than we can all imagine, so we should embrace and enjoy our lives, forgot following our destiny, instead make it, don't embrace become and even if doing this kills me I will be Incarnate.

I am fooling like a nincompoop

When dusk is fallen

Singing ghost songs

I was abject when I spotted the hills

When no one else cared I was aghast

Proving nature's law is wrong

Without having feet

Breathe fresh air, and berate

I am lithe and amenable,

Whatever I shall become,

My own flesh ashen, my own feelings angst

Mine alone

His face, ebony

The faces of the sufferers are in woe

Through their bodies

Held between wars

The world would split open

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Amendable
Disheveled
Dread
Havoc
Inept
Pensive
Profound
Resilience
Rowan
Vestige

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I am fooling like a nincompoop

When dusk is fallen

Singing ghost songs

I was abject when I spotted the hills

When no one else cared I was aghast

Proving nature's law is wrong

Without having feet

Breathe fresh air, and berate

I am lithe and amenable,

Whatever I shall become,

My own flesh ashen, my own feelings angst

Mine alone

His face, ebony

The faces of the sufferers are in woe

Through their bodies

Held between wars

The world would split open

POEMS USED:::

Theme in Yellow -- Carl Sandburg
Thumbprint -- Eve Merriam
Käthe Kollwitz -- MURIEL RUKEYSER (NEW)
The Rose That Grew From Concrete -- Tupac Shakur

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Abject
Aghast
Amenable
Angst
Ashen
Berate
Ebony
Lithe
Nincompoop
Woe