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The days feel long
but still i must remain strong
my ears muffle the sounds
as my classmates hound

Everything is tiring
but i've came a far way
so i must push on throughout the day

No matter how i feel
it is still clear
despite the pain
i can't let my efforts go in vain

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I feel tired
There's a lack of inspire
I am writing this crap
I don't want to lack

My life is a bore
I have nothing in store
no offense
i wanna jump over the school fence

People are weird
especially that man with the beard
I wanna go home
i wanna be free to roam

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The day feels long
I am writing this poem
I'm singing this song
Don't know my story but know my name
There is a face behind the fame

Onward and upward
All the way up
I'm sippin I'm slurpin
This drink in my cup
We live We lit
It is what it is

I'm playing my game
You can't duplicate
You see an image
The man in the frame
Don't fall for the screen
The smoke or the chains
There is a face behind the fame

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Eng III Periods 3-4 | Mirroring Bishop's Poetry

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Eng III Periods 3-4 | Mirroring Bishop's Poetry

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People go to the beach
to enjoy the nice day
kids and adults looking happy
like in a summer daze
oh summer oh summer
where are you know
can stand how long it has become

Summer
all around the corner
kids in school so bummed bc
it aint summer
dreary kids bc they are at school
look out the window
for a new school

No more school no more school
the kids are shouting to never come back
then the bell rings
to announce that school had past.

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Tucker is my friend
Until the very end
Our friendship is as strong as a pipe
It is always ripe

Solomon is my buddy
Although he is also Kayla's hubby
He likes Kayla more
But I care no more

I love all of my friends
They will be with me till the end
We will have lots of fun
We may even go out for runs

Friendship is a beautiful thing
Friendship is not as scary as The Conjuring
We shall have a party
And hope that no one is tardy

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Life is pure
and also a blur.
So laugh harder,
and smile brighter!
Give everyone a second chance,
and have a rain dance.
and don't forget
to have a duet!
Rules were mean't to be broken,
so don't feel heartbroken.
Life is to short,
to be broken.
Start to be proud,
scream out loud.

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Don't give up
Don't give up when life get's hard
Don't give up if you get a bad grade
For it is only one test
You still have the opportunity to be the best
Don't give up when things go wrong
because it is up to you to make things better
For life will throw you balls and you are the setter

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Don't feel bad
Don't feel bad when things go wrong
Don't feel bad if your wait is long
For life will never be the same for you
If things are old they will become new
Don't feel bad on any blame,
because life will never remain the same
Life is just an unknown name

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It is easy to master losing stuff.
So many things that are important can be so easily lost.

People lose stuff everyday. You lose car keys, homework, phone chargers. It is easy to master losing stuff.

After losing small things get used to losing larger things. None of these things will matter to you eventually.

I lost pictures of me and my friends. I also lost birthday cards. It is easy to master losing stuff.

I lost my childhood house. I lost some money. I miss that stuff but can live without it.

I have also lost friends along the way. It is easy to master losing stuff.

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I think it is a blessing to lose
To learn that important things
can and will be lost

If you lose something
you will find it
but to lose something and
expect to find it
is a crucial part of lfe

I participate in daily life
and wish to be part of English Class
I am now a student
working for a degree

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Losing is part of life.
The more you lose the more you know.
The more you know the more you gain.

Common items are common losses.
Common losses are good lessons.
Good lessons make for goof stories.

Better stories make for better times.
Better times make for better friends.
Better friends make for better family.

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Its a beautiful night
The stars are shinning
Creating a beautiful light

I am going to turn right
Where people fill the streets
Having a fun night

The stars make faces bright
As they dance to music
Under the shinning lights

People sang the sun in flight
Voices loud and happy
Oh what a good night

Its a beautiful sight
As joy blazes through
This beautiful night

And there they stand in happy height
Enjoying this beauty
Of this wonderful night
As it passes to light

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It is easy to master losing stuff.
So many things that are important can be so easily lost.

People lose stuff everyday. You lose car keys, homework, phone chargers. It is easy to master losing stuff.

After losing small things get used to losing larger things. None of these things will matter to you eventually.

I lost pictures of me and my friends. I also lost birthday cards. It is easy to master losing stuff.

I lost my childhood house. I lost some money. I miss that stuff but can live without it.

I have also lost friends along the way. It is easy to master losing stuff.

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The sun comes up day and night
I look outside to such delight
The stars are shining, oh so bright
What a day of such insight

Rain seems to come and go
And no one seems to know
Why the rain comes,
but when it does its a sign of love
because art is a disaster

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Oh, but it is sweet!
The taste of the summer air
warm and sunny,
simple, but exciting

The kids sleep in 'til noon
they run around and play outside
with not a single care in the world
they make new friends and try new things

New experiences flow through the children
all with different opinions and abilities
each one having their own dislikes and interests

All kids play the same games
each with a different perspective
The mindsets continue to change as the games continue
The fun never ends.

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As I am anticipating on what to write
I be thinking that I am always so right

Going deep through the cave
Being so brave

Trying to fly
But I can just lie

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Its a beautiful night
The starts are shinning
Creating a beautiful light

I am going to turn right
Where people fill the streets
Having a fun night

The stars make faces bright
As they dance to music
Under the shinning lights

People sang the sun in flight
Voices loud and happy
Oh what a good night

Its a beautiful sight
As joy blazes through
This beautiful night

And there they stand in happy height
Enjoying this beauty
Of this wonderful night
As it passes to light

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The day feels long
I am writing this poem
I'm singing a song
Theres a a face behind the screen

Onward and upward
All the way up
I'm spittin and sippin
This cup of minute maid
We lit we lit
It is what it is

I'm playing my game
You can't duplicate
You see an image
The man in the song
Don't fall for the screen
The fakes or the snakes
There is a face behind the screen.

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I im the foren
It be poring
I'm picking up a girl named Loren.

Life is very cold
Even if you are wearing whole
I need to burn some cole.

I be writing this poem
I got no bars
All my dreams look so far
still driven the nice cars

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Oh, but it is soft!

This little sandy beach

water drenched, wave-less

To a simple, over all

Blue translucency

Be careful with the jellyfish!

The tourist wears a blue

Water drenched bathing suit

That chafes all around

Like several loose and pinching

And dreadful needles

All while thoroughly wet.

Do they stay at the beach?

It lies under blue skies

Beneath the water and on top

An array of colors and life

Living peacefully

Above and under

A dark blue, quite clear.

Some tourists provide

A note of curiosity

Of certain interests lying

On a different part of the beach

Draping in towels

Beside a widened umbrella

Why the extraneous effort

Why the towels

Why, Oh Why, the umbrella?

Some (what) wind blew over the umbrella

Somebody waters the sand or, drenches it

Somebody arranges the rows of chairs

That so softly lay:

Esso-so-so-so

Goes the wind struck trees

Somebody really loves the

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Good ole weather
My moms name is heather
She loves sweaters

In the winter she is so cold
getting frigid and old
she loves to be bold.

In the spring she likes to bling
wearing her ring
while she sings

In autumn she likes to ball
playing bball she make'em fall
then shops at the mall

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It is easy to master losing stuff.
So many things that are important can be so easily lost.

People lose stuff everyday. You lose car keys, homework, phone chargers. It is easy to master losing stuff.

After losing small things get used to losing larger things. None of these things will matter to you eventually.

I lost pictures of me and my friends. I also lost birthday cards. It is easy to master losing stuff.

I lost my childhood house. I lost some money. I miss that stuff but can live without it.

I have also lost friends along the way. It is easy to master losing stuff.

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The sun comes up day and night
I look outside to such delight
The stars are shining, oh so bright
What a day of such insight

Rain seems to come and go
And no one seems to know
Why the rain comes,
but when it does its a sign of love
because art is a disaster