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Life Is Important       (By Hamdy Usman)

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Life Is Important       (By Hamdy Usman)

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Life is important, it's worth all the strife,
It's a precious gift, the most valuable in life.
We wake up each morning with a brand new start,
With endless possibilities, to follow our hearts.
The world is a mystery, a place to explore,
With so much to learn, and so much to adore.
The beauty of nature, the ocean so blue,
Can make us feel small, yet grateful too.
In our journey through life, we'll face many tests,
And some days may feel like we're not at our best,
But if we stay true to ourselves, and follow our dreams,
Our soul will flourish, like a river that streams.
So let's cherish each moment, and live without fear,
For life is important, it should be held dear.
With each step we take, and each breath we exhale,
We'll find our way, and live a life full of sail.

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This poem means a lot to me, because there are people who do not know how important breathing is for them. Because they breathe normally without help, and there is another side of people who do not have these blessings and wish for it. .
I use a comma technically, because it is easy for me to express the poem!

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Drip drop, the rain began to pour

With an umbrella in my hand,

By the bus stop, I stand,

From afar, there’s a road that never seems to end,

Filled with many stories it sends,

At the bus stop with no one around:

A place full of affection,

where the wind blows in one direction,

A place where lies a friendship that’s always there,

Until one doesn’t seem to care,

Just like the rain,

Our friendship has waxed and waned,

I kept on waiting for the bus,

When will it come, why is it taking so long?

I continued to wait,

While the time was getting late,

But I still kept on waiting,

I finally came to realize it,

When people say, Sometimes life takes unexpected turns,

Like the bus that will never return,

Holding the umbrella so tightly,

A feeling of regret builds up inside,

The regret of taking our friendship so lightly,

What can I do? It has ended, but I’ve tried,

The time is now five,

And I’m still waiting for a bus that won’t ever arrive.

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Journeying to nationals, a time brimming with:

The symphony of whistles, echoing through the air,

Joyous moments with friends, creating memories that are rare,

Late nights spent revealing, hoping time won't be impaired.

The drive to Regina, though slow and uneventful, Saskatchewan's vistas, seemingly plain.

Yet, amidst the journey, friendships ignite,

Like a ball of clay, our bonds take flight-

A season shared, drawing near its end,

As the final ball drops, emotions descend.

Walking away from the court, one last time,

Teardrops cascade, marking the end of our prime.

Some teammates embrace the bittersweet farewell,

Ready to flourish and bloom, new adventures to propel,

While others treasure the moments-

Memories made may fade, but they will not be forgotten.

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Let's talk about my trip
Sad and funny a lot of bit
My favorite memory I remember
It's toilet in Munich in December.
It's really important part on my life
I remember this hard nine o'clock flight.
I don't miss by my old life
But I thinking about it all the time.

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In the western Africa, bordered on the west by the Atlantic Ocean, deep in mount Nima strict Nature Reserve, there is a small country called Guinea.

A country of the french people, a country where my happiness and memories belong

A home where I belong to
A home where I don't have to face racism and worry about the skin I'm in
A home where I get treated fair and welcome

A small country that no one knows about

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In twilight’s embrace, the moonlight weaves,

A tapestry of silver, gold, and diamonds upon the eaves,

Soft and nice whispers of stars in a celestial flight,

Guide my weary heart, through the depths of night.

Rhyme and rhythm dance in hand and hand,

As stanzas unfold, like grains of sand,

Line lengths vary, a symphony’s play,

Punctuated pauses, the words convey.

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Covid 19, not yet a teen

Isolations, no vacations

Wildfires, intensifiers

And this is just the beginning, the earth's life lifespan is thinning

Twenty-twenty, there was plenty

Things to deal with, its not a myth

Ukraine and russia in a war, oh just wait there's even more

Meghan markle and prince harry quit and left the royal family

Kobe bryant passed away, bet he had a real bad day

Black lives matter, george floyd, the people are getting annoyed

Kim Jong- un, did he die? No he didn't, what a lie!

Murder hornets in the US, this was a lot of added new stress

Suicides rising, people dying

Mental illness, so much stillness

Climate change, all so strange

Donald trump, what a chump

Whos the imposter thats among us, it's not me, i swear i'm not sus

Then there was the DSMP, dream, george, there's so many

You broke me first, the song we rehearsed

Wait a minute, is tiktok banned? No it isnt, well this is grand.

2020 was the worst, i swear this year was truly cursed.

There's so much that all went on, in this chess game we were pawns.

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My cat

My cat is:

Very cute

Super playful

Never sleeping

and very crazy.

My cat always wants to go outside.

She runs through the door into the backyard.

I try to catch her but she's too fast.

If we were in a race I'd be last.

But then she runs into a deadend.

I slowly tiptoe over while I defend the exit.

I finally caught her and brought her inside.

I closed the door and put her on the floor.

I found four of her toys that we got from the store.

She played and played until she got bored.

She decided she wants to sleep.

So she found a place to rest and started to count sheep.

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Every  Life Matters

I don’t want to be racist or show any hate towards those people,

I didn’t want to say it  but I have to raise my voice.

I have to raise my voice and say what others couldn’t say,

Because when they tried to talk-...

They were all silenced.

It all started when they colonised Africa,

It all started when they made us slaves.

At first they did it for resources, money and power,

At first they did it in fear, of us gaining power,

But things started getting out of control over the years, as if it was already not worse.

They started hating African American people,

They started hating us for our color,

Even though this is also where we belong.

Things started getting out of control after they started false accusations,

It led to them taking black lives just like that.

They took many lives of black people like ,

Trayvon Martin, Micheal Brown, Eric Garner and many more people,

They took their lives because they raised their voices.

That's when we knew they totally got out of control,

We started an organization to protest, protect and become one like a big family.

Black lives matter just like your lives matter.

Every life matters and that includes black lives too.

Not just black life matters, every colored person and every life matters.

Every colored person deserve to be loved,  treated with respect ,

They all deserve to be treated like people, just like none colored are.

I hope  we can  all get along in the future,

I hope we can all remember that every life matters.

Even though we can’t  change the  past, we can aim to change the future,

We can teach our kids to respect and love one another despite our differences.

Let’s hope history doesn’t repeat itself-

Every life matters, I hope we can all remember that.

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The Fear of Home

Back in Ontario, far down south
An old tiny house, rotting and fading away slowly.
Sitting in the middle of nowhere, alone with a little cemetery.
People apart from a family watching over, haunting us instead of protecting and watching us.
The blank farmers fields, welcoming any animals towards it.
A slightly huge forest, covered in leaves and four wheeler trails.

Spiders finding their way into bedrooms all the way from the basement.
Sleeping in my bed, waking up to a dark figure watching over me.
Sitting in my room, hearing someone walking, banging in the attic.
Knowing no one has been up there nor is up there.
Being on the main floor, the dogs are all calm.
Watching them get up and bark into the darkness in the kitchen as nothing is there.

Sitting in the kitchen making food, watching a toy ball roll from one end of the room to the dining room.
No one moved it?
How did it move?
No one now knows.
Nor did we ever.

Living in this house for two years straight, not realizing the horrible things we would experience.
I will never regret living in that house.
So many fun memories.
Setting up our trampoline, spending hours apon hours on the trampoline.
Growing up with my sister, being able to graduate the same year while staying in that house.
I will always love this tiny house.
Minus the fact it was haunted.

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Something that means a lot to me:
in trying, feeling any minute
being in nature, birds singing,
calm in the shade of trees,
my family and friends
on this my poem could be put to the ends
But now i'm going to squeeze out
Two more rows of my life about

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seasons change,
memories fade,
time moves on and on,
past the trees, through the grass,
it seems my friends have gone,

where did they go, where can they be?
why where memories being taken from me,
a search for gold,  a search for fame,
the only one here is me to blame,

now I lay, in a darkened room,
thoughts so blaring, thoughts so gloom,
why was I careless, why was I greedy,
for now I'm here in this eternal, pee pee :(

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I came to Canada _
corona started,
I tried to blend,
I finally got a friend _
corona still did not end,
my friend introduced me to a whole bunch of friends,
viruses spread,
and it all still did not end,
all that, was in the end of 2020 _ 2022

Explanation:

This story was important to me, because it was the reason I like Canada and I met my very first friend, and how he made me more hopeful for living in Canada, and how the journey started in Canada

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people say that winter is the best season

but the truth is otherwise

every year, thousands freeze to death in a brutal toe biting blizzard

during winter, leaves of many colors die because of the cruel cold conditions

is snow really worth all pain and suffering we all go through when we are outside

is being burdened inside and missing out on the most beautiful walks of your life really worth every problem winter has

while your all comfortable in your own home, many starve and even die

there is a reason you spend hours outside in the summer but only mere minutes outside in a harsh winter

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Lately there's been to much sun
Does this mean spring has sprung
How I miss the winter
All this warm weather is making me bitter
How I wish I could go back
To the days of pitch black

As the season change and fade
It will come back
Because nothing is infinite
That's a matter of fact

So I'll wait for better times
That I can truly enjoy
With finite sun at dusk
When I can truly focus
And get things done

Though it won't last long
I know it will return
So I will continue to wait for-
The days of pitch black
That will soon come back

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A wanderer of the stars had to leave their home, unwillingly.
Powerful, meaningful, plentiful, meant to do great things.
They created their stories and told the tales, take a look,
It's only fictional, written in a book.

Although, pages left blank and white.
Purely fictional, mind frictional, not quite.
When author's write their stories and claim all the glories,
What happens to the pages torn apart from the spotlight.

A wanderer of the streets had to leave B.C, unwillingly.
Beautiful, ment to fufill, unintelligable, meant to fly like wings.
I created my stories but told no tales, hid in a nook,
It's only fictional, they said, they said, they said, they said.

The pen is mightier then the sword.
It's blade stabs black ink on it's own accord.
It's magic, so tragic, with wizards, wyverns, closed doors and a lonely mage.
Only a Wanderer Of The Page.

People stay autonomous,
I'd rather stay anonymous...

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The Sense of Want.

I read a poem once;

"Perhaps I wanted you to fight for me, the way I would have fought for you."

I thought you'd always fight for me,
Like soldiers who fight for life for what they love,
I was fight for my life for your love,
The love you never can give,
I thought you'd always fight for me,

As tho you wanted to drown in me the way I wanted to drown in you,

But perhaps it wasn't meant to be then.

You as you and me as me,

But I wasn't me not without you,

Not with the pieces of me, you made.

They say

" If it's meant to be, it'll be".

We weren't an if tho,

Not to me.

You were my air to breathe,
The life to my lungs,

The beat of my heart,

My body ached for you,
For the feeling of pride,

But you never acted for me,

You never even texted back.

People are right,

Forever
A word for memories not people,

And the memories of you sting,

I have now remembered you longer then I have known you.

And I never stopped drowning in you I just learned to float

I guess I was just born to over love

And he was born to love sometimes.

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My cat
She hate hats
She gets zoomies
Even when people are gloomy
Jupiter makes me laugh
When she goes for baths
She loves her treats
And hates her meats
I love my beautiful cat
And she doesnt love me back

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sports are awesome
sports are cool,
sports make you sweaty but you look so dam cool.
sports.
sports are fun and are done is great profession.
sports are the best.

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amogus

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My cat is:
Very cute
Super playful
Always sleeping
and very crazy.

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2020

A year of twists and turns,

Australian forests burns,

Joe Biden–the new president,

And Black Lives Matter movement,

Don't forget COVID-19 pandemic,

Are you ready for Tokyo’s Olympics?

2021

There are stories to unroll,

COVID-19 continued toll.

Racism and gun violence,

Is the world awake from ignorance?

Winter storms, heat waves, sea level rises,

And so much more to criticize.

2022

The pandemic finally in ease,

Yet the concerns do not cease.

What causes the Russian invasion?

We only know we suffer inflation.

China and U.S tension grow,

British’s monarch mourns in sorrow.

2023

Here comes a new brand year,

May there be no tears.

Hardships can arise,

But we’ll win despite.

Families to strangers,

We’ll work together.

Change the world;

Can we?

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Life doesn't discriminate
Between the sinners and the saints
It takes and it takes and it takes
(And we keep living anyway)
We rise (and we fall)
We fall (and we break)
(And we make our mistakes)
And if there's a reason I'm still alive
When so many have died
Then I'm willin' to-

Wait for it (Wait for it, wait for it)
Wait for it (Wait for it, wait for it
(Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it, wait for it, wait for it)
(Wait)
https://genius.com/Leslie-odom-jr-and-original-broadway-cast-of-hamilton-wait-for-it-lyrics

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This soliloquy is sung by Aaron Burr midway through the first act of the show.

The beat on the first half of the song closely resembles dancehall reggae; you can compare the rhythm with that of Kevin Lyttle's "Turn Me On," which it matches almost exactly.

The piano melody at the beginning is echoed later in "Burn." The bass that comes in when the lyrics start also appears later, in "Non-Stop."

The song's visuals and staging reinforce Burr's lyrics and philosophy. During this number, the ensemble, who are actively dancing for the vast majority of the show, sit in chairs around Burr as he sings, literally watching the song go by them, "wait[ing] for it."

Lin-Manuel Miranda spoke about the philosophy behind this song with The New Yorker:

I think we've all had moments where we've seen friends and colleagues zoom past us, either to success, or to marriage, or to homeownership, while we lingered where we were-broke, single, jobless. And you tell yourself, "Wait for it."

Miranda also said to Grantland (repeated elsewhere) that he considers this one of the best songs he's ever written:

I stupidly gave him a lot of the best songs... "Wait for It" and "The Room Where It Happens" are two of the best songs I've ever written in my life and he got them both.

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Leslie Odom, Jr. & Original Broadway Cast of "Hamilton" - Wait For It

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Wait For It Lyrics: Theodosia writes me a letter every day / I'm keeping the bed warm while her husband is away / He's on the British side in Georgia / He's trying to keep the colonies in line / But

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2020,
when the world flip upside down,
the start of covid 19, locked up everyone,
Kobe Bryant death, which haunts many fans,
things took turns for people and animals, when Australia forest burns

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"The Soul that hath
a Guest
Doth seldom go abroad--
Diviner Crowd at Home-
Obliterate the need-
And Courtesy forbid
A Hosts' departure
When
Upon Him self be visiting
the Emperor of Men--¨

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Ocean waves begin to stay
as relationships begin to fade
they come and go but never stay
until the day they meet again
but then again they couldn't stay
because ocean waves will always fade away
and relationships will never stay
so until the day they meet again
the waves will wave away to stay

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I’m a little proud of this poem & a lot proud it’s out in the fabulous @rustandmoth, a journal I've adored a long time! Grateful to the editors for this 💗
(And issuemates again with @marthasilano !! Yay! :))

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I’m a little proud of this poem & a lot proud it’s out in the fabulous @rustandmoth, a journal I've adored a long time! Grateful to the editors for this 💗
(And issuemates again with @marthasilano !! Yay! :))

https://t.co/WP9NYiVMnZ https://t.co/uOr5PFxDK5

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I’m a little proud of this poem & a lot proud it’s out in the fabulous @rustandmoth, a journal I've adored a long time! Grateful to the editors for this 💗
(And issuemates again with @marthasilano !! Yay! :))https://t.co/WP9NYiVMnZ pic.twitter.com/uOr5PFxDK5
— Vismai Rao (@vismairao) May 1, 2020

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I’m a little proud of this poem & a lot proud it’s out in the fabulous @rustandmoth, a journal I've adored a long time! Grateful to the editors for this 💗
(And issuemates again with @marthasilano !! Yay! :))

https://t.co/WP9NYiVMnZ https://t.co/uOr5PFxDK5

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I’m a little proud of this poem & a lot proud it’s out in the fabulous @rustandmoth, a journal I've adored a long time! Grateful to the editors for this 💗
(And issuemates again with @marthasilano !! Yay! :))

https://t.co/WP9NYiVMnZ https://t.co/uOr5PFxDK5

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I’m a little proud of this poem & a lot proud it’s out in the fabulous @rustandmoth, a journal I've adored a long time! Grateful to the editors for this 💗
(And issuemates again with @marthasilano !! Yay! :))

https://t.co/WP9NYiVMnZ

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4 a.m., anxiety, 24.02
putin, "spec. operation", Who waited for you?
enemies, army, death, air alarm
the situation is getting out of the arm
"You don't understand", "We're giving you peace"
To do it your population will has to decrease
Mariupol, maternity hospital, nazis(?)
Who has any doubts, needs an analisys?
russians, war, collective guilt
hundreds of graves throughout the field

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When they started hating us for our color,
Even though this is also where we belong.
Things started getting out of control after they started false accusations,
It led to them taking black lives just like that.
They took many lives of black people like ,
Trayvon Martin, Micheal Brown, Eric Garner and many more people,
That's when we knew they totally got out of control,
We started organization to protest, protect and become one like a big family.
Black lives matters just like your lives matter.

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2020
There's been twists and turns,
Australian forests burns,
Joe Biden - the new president,
And Black Lives Matter movement,
Don't forget COVID-19 pandemic,
The helicopter crash had been tragic.

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The Queen, George Floyd, Technoblade,
didn't witness the FNAF movie being made,

old age, lacking air, cancer,
now they're gone, 6 feet bellow,

decomposing, rotting, weltering,
oh how they wished to see Freddy Fazbear sing.

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First off, COVID began its rise,
Smog created dark orange skies,
End of Queen Lizzy, yep she dies,
Trump ordered a big mac wth fries

Trudeau takes BLM with his knees,
US addresses Tiktok and balloons on the Chinese,
Climate changes, yes it can,
Back to power went the Taliban,

Hating isolations and vaccinations,
Bill 101 for French sensations,
British Politics, please don't ask,
Russia saw Ukraine and became an...  unbearable donkey.

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When the dirt of the world started to show,
Hoarding, Fear, Isoaltion, American civil war?
It was always but now we all know,
Racism, Hate crimes, Climate change,
Anti Vax, Freedom Convoy, World War 3,
Hate.

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sick people, dead people, infected people, murdered people

racism, politics, celebrity deaths, Donald Trump

Joe Biden inauguration, vote fraud, China

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I came to Canada,
corona started,
I  got a friend,
corona did not end,
viruses spread,
and it all did not end.
All that was 2020

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Kobe, games, covid, mask, sleep, school, Mohammed friend, clean, eat, feed, cook, gym, bored, kids, babysit, hide, run, Queen dead, New king, new house, new bed, new room, winter gone, suffocating heat, forest fires, smoke in air.

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covid-19, Forest fires, Avatar 2 was released, George Floyd, the worst year ever, no TP, Donald Trump (No Comment),

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Black hole's captured, a cosmic sight
Astronomical milestone, awe and delight
Virtual concerts, livestreamed bands
musical connection, across distant lands

Olympics triumphs, Tokyo's stage,
Athletic progress, medals engage
SpaceX launches, astronomical dreams
Exploring cosmos, pushing tech's seams!

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What happened between us

They give us money to make us shush:
Trying to make us forget what they did to us,
Trying to earn our trust back after all they did to us.
They're so heartless and shameless,trying to seek forgiveness with money,
Despite what happened between us,
They expect us to forgive them just like that.

Some of them don't even try to change their ways:
They still humiliate and insult us just like they used to,
They still discriminate us from the rest.
Coming to our land just to take our resources,
It sometimes feel like history its repeating it's self,
Yet they still want us to forgive them.

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Yummy yummy in my tummy:

McDonalds

cheesy bun

Juicy meat

Salty fries

bubble tea

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The changes about growing older:
changing how mature you are
taking things into your own hands
learning how to be independent

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The school year is almost over, there is many things I could do:
Clean up my locker,
say goodbye to all my friends, but it's not the end
Exit the school, and enjoy the cruel summer

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They built a house for their family
In quiet, surprisingly peaceful place:
on the way full pain and torments
in hurrying of cutting corners
after killing others, who lived here
fix newcomers' life with bloody cheer

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This summer I wanna go to:
Somewhere I haven't been,
Maybe a hike in the woods,
Or a trip to the hectic cities;
Sensing the buzz by the ears,
Hearing the glass bottles pop,
Viewing the stars of the night sky,
Foreign markets and beautiful spots,
It's fun to explore them all.
This summer I wanna go to-
Somewhere to be with my family.

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Colon poised, a mark so neat,
A bridge it forms, concise and fleet.
It introduces, it directs,
In words, it kindly interjects.

Between two thoughts, it takes its stand,
A gateway to what lies at hand.
It signals pause, a brief divide,
A tool of clarity, by its side.

With elegance, it takes control,
Guiding readers, playing its role.
A colon's might, in lines so few,
A punctuation gem, tried and true.

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how the poor air quality affects people:
not being able to breathe,
not being able to be active,
activities being cancelled,
cannot go on walks

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They bake fresh cake and we forget what happened before:
The child labour that is used
The plants that were killed
The effort that was put
The time that was used

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Gene Shalit's hair, a wondrous sight:
A curly cascade, forever in flight.
With each critique, danced and twirled,
A crown of glands that rule the world!

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https://docs.google.com/document/d/1c1cUBkQa1pdNwC-w000oAP9ZtaBA--3Z9T5-6Zx-HBo/edit#

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The world has many beautiful things:
Shiny things
Vibrant things
Colourfull things
But the most beautifull thing
Is what you decide

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Respect
You learn it to respect your:
Elders
Teachers
And people you don´t even know

And yet we don´t get that respect back

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i go to the store to:

shop, buy, its rather timely

i can't stop buying, its rather costly

A store has everything I want as a consumer,

This consumer tradition goes back to the birth of baby boomers

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I written a list, line by line
It's a list of my committed crimes:
1. Multiple accounts of theiving
2. Public Disturbance, they were seething
3. Commited assualt to someone named Petra
I could go on for hours so I'll leave it at an etc.

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it would appear the semi-colon
has an identity crisis;
it might appear
it can’t decide if it’s a dot
or a comma
and so does an acrobat act;
but really the semi-colon does more than that
for it does
complex listings the comma can’t manage
and can say things quite cleverly, like:
“All things are expensive; life sucks.”
So really this semi-colon
is not a semi - but indeed a full-blown device

Raj Arumugam

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going to nationals a time filled with:
the sounds of whistles
fun with friends
staying out late
with hopes that this weekend will never end.

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If You Forget Me - If You Forget Me Poem by Pablo Neruda

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Read If You Forget Me poem by Pablo Neruda written. If You Forget Me poem is from Pablo Neruda poems. If You Forget Me poem summary, analysis and comments.

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Drum roll please:
School is finally over!!!
you can finally sleep in
you can have fun
you can relax

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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream- -and not make dreams your master;
If you can think- -and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on! '

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings- -nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And- -which is more- -you'll be a Man, my son!

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If Poem by Rudyard Kipling - Poem Hunter

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If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too:If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don't deal

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[Taken from "Take A Break" by Lin Manuel Miranda]
It says:

"My dearest, Angelica"
With a comma after dearest
You've written
"My dearest, Angelica"

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In the simmering heat,

A sweet, smooth and soft taste,

Is all I wanna eat,

Chocolate, vanilla or berries,

On a cone, or a bowl,

Sauced in some sprinkles and syrups,

Once the treat completes,

Go ahead and begin the feast.

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back in Ontario, far down south
an old tiny house, rotting away slowly
sitting in the country, alone with a cemetery,
family cemetery watching over, ghosts haunting instead of watching.

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far away in the park,there stands a single tree,on the tree there is a hive,in fly's a single bee

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In the wide ocean blue, as big as it can be, there lays an island fill with trees,
the sand so hot as I walk free,
spot an insect, then it flees

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This sad man, inside he empty
but outside he really merry.
A mystery man without heart
but in public he so fun.

'not about me'