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      <title>Poetry Slam (2022) by Mr. Walkowicz</title>
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      <pubDate>2022-01-18 01:26:54 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>The Record Machine                       By: Annie Fratolillo</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/nwalkowicz/o1ify6jr1amjlj9w/wish/2003019187</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>it was a box lined with dark green fabric,&nbsp;<br>It was old but sounded new.&nbsp;<br>It was loud but he turned it louder,<br>The machine was rickety but true.&nbsp;<br>The machine brought family together,&nbsp;<br>I danced with him hand in hand.&nbsp;<br>But the machine was put in the closet,&nbsp;<br>When togetherness was&nbsp;<br>Broken and banned.<br>I would listen over FaceTime&nbsp;<br>We would dance in separate lands.<br>&nbsp;Even when the virus got the best of his brother,<br>Which is not what he had planned.&nbsp;<br>I walked over to his backyard,<br>Turned on the record machine…<br>And we danced.&nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-01-20 14:45:37 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Natural</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>I am feared,</div><div>For my skin,</div><div>My race,</div><div>The shape of the nose&nbsp;</div><div>Home on my face.</div><div><br></div><div>Why fear me,</div><div>I have done no wrong.</div><div><br></div><div>Entranced by their lies,</div><div>Drawn to their birdsong,</div><div>Alarm call.</div><div><br></div><div>Say that you side with me,</div><div>But then</div><div>Lie to me.</div><div><br></div><div>They say I’m unnatural,</div><div>And you rush to agree.</div><div><br></div><div>Who’s really convinced when people claim that&nbsp;</div><div>This country is</div><div>Free?</div><div><br></div><div>Honestly,</div><div>You would believe</div><div>Anything.</div><div><br></div><div>If it isn’t me</div><div>Saying things.</div><div><br></div><div>If you think that natural</div><div>Means white washed wanderers,</div><div>And glittering dew,</div><div><br></div><div>Then must I paint my skin</div><div>To be natural to you?</div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-01-20 14:48:24 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Bite By: Morganne Kilmer </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><br></div><div><br></div><div>We drive up in the blue car,</div><div>Smelling all around,</div><div>S T R E T C H,</div><div>I yawn I got up a few hours ago,</div><div>And I have been waiting for this moment.</div><div><br></div><div>I walk up,</div><div>Step by Step,</div><div>footprint by footprint,</div><div>Ring the bell.</div><div><br></div><div>This moment,</div><div>Could change my life,</div><div>&nbsp;FOREVER it will be a day to remember.</div><div><br></div><div>I always wanted one,</div><div>To cuddle and snuggle with,</div><div>A playmate a companion,</div><div>Who shows love and compassion.</div><div><br></div><div>The face rounds the corner,</div><div>She&nbsp; appears in the doorway</div><div>Cute as ever,</div><div>B i t e.&nbsp;</div><div><br></div><div>Drive away,</div><div>Crying,</div><div>Never seeing&nbsp; that precious face again,</div><div>I&nbsp; just wanted a dog.&nbsp;</div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-01-20 14:48:41 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>free like fire - Sarah McNiff</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>Fire is like a bird</strong></div><div><strong>Free and Wild.</strong></div><div><strong>Fire can rage and destroy&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>But it can also create beautiful gems.&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>It can be calm and peaceful like a dove</strong></div><div><strong>Or as violent as a crow seeking revenge</strong></div><div><strong>Fire can swallow anything or anyone in its path</strong></div><div><strong>like a hungry owl at night</strong></div><div><strong>Fire can be beautiful</strong></div><div><strong>when in the sky spreading its wings of all different colors&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>Sadly today is one of those days where fire is destructive. I should have blown out that candle.&nbsp;</strong></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-01-20 14:50:48 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Wonders of the Brain-By Ben Fehser.</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong><em>Wonders of the Brain</em></strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>Sometimes when I'm in my bed,&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>All I think about is</strong></div><div><strong>What's in my head.&nbsp;</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>Does my brain make up lies? Is my</strong></div><div><strong>Bed a human charger.</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>What does my brain do when</strong></div><div><strong>I'm sleeping in my bed?&nbsp;</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>Did I hit my head, or do I</strong></div><div><strong>Trip on a rock?</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>I remembered I had tripped on a rock</strong></div><div><strong>And hit my head. I woke up in a hospital</strong></div><div><strong>Bed, and since then I couldn't tell if my</strong></div><div><strong>Dreams were fantasy or not.</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>I really do wonder what my brain&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>Does when I'm sleeping in my bed.</strong></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-01-20 14:52:10 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>One place to another By:Ryan Rafter</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/nwalkowicz/o1ify6jr1amjlj9w/wish/2003130058</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>From past to present my life&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>Has changed.&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>My old house it was in&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>An empty town like&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>The empty house was like a hollow bottle.</strong></div><div><strong>Life was quiet so quiet that</strong></div><div><strong>You hear nothing it was&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>Cold</strong></div><div><strong>bearing&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>only the young ones do not&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>have to bear it.</strong></div><div><strong>Lucky for me I got&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>To live a life in the house I live in now.&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>It was not the largest</strong></div><div><strong>Town but it was comfortable&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>It was brighter filled with</strong></div><div><strong>Joy even.&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>It is something&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>I hope I never forget.&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>I am not sure&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>what will happen next…&nbsp; &nbsp;</strong></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-01-20 15:25:14 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Colin Wilson</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>Ski Story</strong></div><div><strong>By : Colin Wilson</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>He started on a leash</strong></div><div><strong>Just like a dog</strong></div><div><strong>It was his favorite thing</strong></div><div><strong>He put on his goggles&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>to see through the fog</strong></div><div><strong>He started young.</strong></div><div><strong>Like winter they say</strong></div><div><strong>And will be doing this</strong></div><div><strong>until spring day</strong></div><div><strong>He is now old</strong></div><div><strong>And he realized why</strong></div><div><strong>Skiing is fun</strong></div><div><strong>For those who try</strong></div><div><strong>This is why he puts on&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>the cold cool cramped boots</strong></div><div><strong>And gets up before dawn</strong></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-01-20 16:18:25 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Living In a Fantasy by Rylie McAndrews</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>&nbsp;Are we real?<br>I live in the pages of books, fake people with fake lives and fake problem,&nbsp;<br>Only existing within the words of the pages.&nbsp;<br>I cry when they die. I thrive when watching the fictitious people on screen.&nbsp;<br>Why do we idolize the actors who play them? They are paid liars.&nbsp;<br>They seem happy on the show, but online you read about drugs and suicide attemps.&nbsp;<br>Think they are connected? We are all&nbsp;<br>Falling into the lies and the haze that surrounds me.<br>The sadness is crippling in reality so we Turn the pages for ages until the world fades and we are gone, and a smoky haze of fiction has penetrated us and we are dust<br>We forget to watch the doves fly by because instead we are reading about war<br>We all pretend we are living until we realize our souls are dead<br>So we live in the souls of the fake and fictitious people</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-01-20 16:20:02 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>To That of a Star - Chris Unger</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><br></div><div><br></div><div><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; It all started in</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  &nbsp; &nbsp;space.</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  &nbsp; Dust&nbsp;</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;floating,</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;with no reason whatsoever to be gloating.&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; For it was nothing but dust.&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; This dust wanted to be promoting</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;a better life, for itself.&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; And perhaps,&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;one day this dust would collapse,&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; become a star.&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;And once it does perhaps collapse,&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;the fact is that the fog will settle and not&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;foresee a forming star.&nbsp;</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; This star doesn’t settle there.&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; It desires a lasting impact, everywhere,&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; even when long gone.&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The star shines like never before,</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;casting brightness upon all.</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;But long later, it’s gone, but still,&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; admired,</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; beloved,&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; a beautiful wonder.</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Blind, yet bright.</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Gone, but still lasting.</strong></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-01-20 16:26:46 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>TJ Lowney</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The Race<br>By: TJ Lowney</div><div><br><strong>A blue-ribbon marks the end</strong></div><div><strong>A cold end</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>The people</strong></div><div><strong>Believing they need to run</strong></div><div><strong>Believing they need to run to be number one</strong></div><div><strong>Believing they need to run to finally be done</strong></div><div><strong>Believing they need to run to feel</strong></div><div><strong>They finally fixed their emptiness</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>One person</strong></div><div><strong>Falling behind</strong></div><div><strong>Knowing something the others don’t</strong></div><div><strong>Knowing that the end is not all people think</strong></div><div><strong>He keeps on walking</strong></div><div><strong>Not scared that he will be too late</strong></div><div><strong>Enjoying the things along the way</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>The others fall</strong></div><div><strong>Lost in their thought</strong></div><div><strong>While the one walking</strong></div><div><strong>Ends up the only one winning</strong></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-01-20 16:36:27 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Baseball Bounce - Owen Sokolowski</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>The ball was hit,</strong></div><div><strong>Right after the pitch,</strong></div><div><strong>The ball soared high in the air,</strong></div><div><strong>Heading towards right field,</strong></div><div><strong>And just staying fair.</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>The ball bounced high after hitting the rough green grass,</strong></div><div><strong>Turning left and right,</strong></div><div><strong>Moving the last defender.</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>He scrambles back,</strong></div><div><strong>Racing for the ball,</strong></div><div><strong>Changing his path to find where the ball goes.</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>He finally grabs it,</strong></div><div><strong>But then it’s too late,</strong></div><div><strong>The runner is sprinting home,</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>To home plate, home to victory, home to celebrate.</strong></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-01-20 16:37:51 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Me and my Scooter by Rico Benitez</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>One day,</strong></div><div><strong>I rode away&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>in a new scooter, I say.</strong></div><div><strong>I have never ridden an electric scooter before this very day.</strong></div><div><strong>I practiced,practiced, practiced, and kept trying, and did not succeed,</strong></div><div><strong>Even when it was scary</strong></div><div><strong>I kept trying</strong></div><div><strong>Going by seeing the grand green grass.</strong></div><div><strong>Higher,higher to the top of the hill,</strong></div><div><strong>My scooter will soon travel, faster than will.&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>It was black, cool and maybe fast,</strong></div><div><strong>If I crashed&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>That will be what I needed last.</strong></div><div><strong>I was soaring,</strong></div><div><strong>like a bird in the sky.&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>Flying by thinking about,</strong></div><div><strong>I will ride the scooter again someday.</strong></div><div><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-01-20 16:38:13 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>LIFE IS A CLOCK  By Thomas Bruckerhoff</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><br></div><div><strong>Life’s like a clock,&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>Time is always&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>T</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;I</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;C</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; K</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;N</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;G,</strong></div><div><strong>always running out,&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>Sometimes you take a different route&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>Just do not doubt</strong></div><div><strong>Your self</strong></div><div><strong>Don’t regret</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp;just move forward,</strong></div><div><strong>Even if you’re not winning,</strong></div><div><strong>Just keep </strong>swimming<strong>,</strong></div><div>History<strong> is </strong>History<strong>,</strong></div><div><strong>Can’t rewrite the past</strong></div><div><strong>Life can move fast</strong></div><div><strong>Just don’t be last</strong></div><div><strong>In the </strong>race<strong> that is life.</strong></div><div><br><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-01-20 16:40:18 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>winter is not so bad  By Nathan Keefe</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>The night is cold</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp;and the snow covers the green grass.</strong></div><div><strong>The tree´s dance in the cold wind</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>&nbsp;the clock is close the time has climbed&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>It is new year's day.</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp;it’s about time&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>the world is bright&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>the ponds have froze&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>The cold air nips at your cold frozen toes.</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>&nbsp;Skate´s touch the water which is now ice,</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp;when you go inside it is very nice,</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>&nbsp;you get hot chocolate marshmallows as well&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>When you drink the cup the heat so nice&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp;winter is not so bad you say to yourself</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>&nbsp;you turn on the fire and enjoy yourself.</strong></div><div><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-01-20 17:16:00 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Just the Beginning By: Naya Annigeri </title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/nwalkowicz/o1ify6jr1amjlj9w/wish/2003407810</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>Outside I could smell the fresh air of the nice sunny day.</strong></div><div><strong>I looked in my sisters eyes,</strong></div><div><strong>She looked joyful and hesitant.</strong></div><div><strong>I felt my soft breath on my face.</strong></div><div><strong>Knowing I wasn't going back, for who knows how long.&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>I</strong></div><div><strong>Saw</strong></div><div><strong>No</strong></div><div><strong>One&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>For so L&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;O&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;N&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;G</strong></div><div><strong>I felt like an eagle trying to break free and leave home.&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>I felt trapped in a cell and all I could feel was the pulse of my heart. All I could hear was the quiet sound of my breath,&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>Hoping it would end.&nbsp;</strong></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-01-20 17:20:06 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Friendship by:Mary-Clare Thorp</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/nwalkowicz/o1ify6jr1amjlj9w/wish/2003413496</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>Friends</strong></div><div><strong>It is a never ending cycle…</strong></div><div><strong>A cycle of hurt,love,and compassion</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>You start with one then it grows&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>Bigger and bigger</strong></div><div><strong>Until it snaps&nbsp;</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>It is like a friendship bracelet</strong></div><div><strong>Filled with love, thought, and memories,&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>But all the beads start to fall off</strong></div><div><strong>Then you have to put it back together&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>Bead by bead&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>Memory by memory</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>Now you have created your final product&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>You think everything is perfect</strong></div><div><strong>You want them to stay</strong></div><div><strong>But they start to run away&nbsp;</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>You put your</strong></div><div><strong>Trust and faith in them</strong></div><div><strong>But they throw it away</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>You thought it was a garden of roses but the thorns stab you</strong></div><div><strong>Right where it hurts most</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>It felt good to have someone by your side</strong></div><div><strong>But soon it felt like a spiral staircase of thoughts</strong></div><div><strong>A world like no other</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>Like a highway&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>When will it end</strong></div><div><strong>When will you get back to who mattered most&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>When will you achieve the thought of happiness again?</strong></div><div><br><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Spring Has Come!                            By: Aidan Wysocki </title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/nwalkowicz/o1ify6jr1amjlj9w/wish/2003416316</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>Spring Has Come!</strong></div><div><strong>Heavy snow melting,&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>Finally going away,</strong></div><div><strong>Until next year.</strong></div><div><strong>Cold air slowly turning to warm,</strong></div><div><strong>Dark, heavy snow turning to rain.</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>But then,&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>All of a sudden,</strong></div><div><strong>Flowers blooming,</strong></div><div><strong>Leaves growing!</strong></div><div><strong>Everything is lively and new.</strong></div><div><strong>Spring has sprung!</strong></div><div><strong>New life coming,</strong></div><div><strong>Into the world.</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>The first signs of spring,</strong></div><div><strong>The first signs of spring.</strong></div><div><strong>Will never know what the world will bring,</strong></div><div><strong>Into this lovely world.</strong></div><div><strong>What a wonderful world.</strong></div><div><strong>Spring has come!</strong></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-01-20 17:23:50 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>A Time To remember </title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/nwalkowicz/o1ify6jr1amjlj9w/wish/2003441687</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>By: Shea Hagwood</strong></div><div><br><br></div><div><strong>“13 US soldiers passed away in attack at Kabul airport”</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>We here this on the news</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>Don’t know what to do</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>I see the views&nbsp;</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>And i’m a bit confused</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>Who do I accuse?</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>BOOM!&nbsp;</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>I think of my time there, I remember being&nbsp;</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>Blinded by the sand and dust, ears ringing and head pounding</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>When I rub my eyes I see&nbsp;</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>outside a dove</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>But to me it doesn’t represent hope because</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>&nbsp;Hope doesn't exist in country’s like Afghanistan</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>For now..&nbsp;</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>We can define a country for what they are or for what they can become</strong></div><div><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-01-20 17:35:17 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>The Final Flight By: Will Foscaldo</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/nwalkowicz/o1ify6jr1amjlj9w/wish/2003455713</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>Flight</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The Final</strong></div><div><strong>The dove flew</strong></div><div><strong>It flew high</strong></div><div><strong>Higher than the sky</strong></div><div><strong>The dove soon</strong></div><div><strong>Dove</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Down</strong></div><div><strong>As it glided it was shot down&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>Down&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Down&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Down</strong></div><div><strong>The dove was shot</strong></div><div><strong>And the dove died, buried in a child's leaf pile</strong></div><div><strong>Now when the child saw this&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>He had no smile</strong></div><div><strong>Because down a mile&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>The war was still there</strong></div><div><strong>El Fin</strong></div><div><br><br><br><br><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-01-20 17:41:59 UTC</pubDate>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/nwalkowicz/o1ify6jr1amjlj9w/wish/2003481487</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>&nbsp;BED TIME</strong></div><div><strong>By : Brian Mullis</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>After a cold winter’s day, my bed calls me.&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>It is warm, cozy.&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>It wants to comfort me after a day of school, social, and studies. But I cant&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>I just can't fall asleep</strong></div><div><strong>After my mind slowly stops turning I slowly start to fall asleep</strong></div><div><strong>Until my alarm clock beeps&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>“IT'S ALL READY MORNING”</strong></div><div><strong>It feels so early&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>And now somehow my bed is warm and cozy now</strong></div><div><strong>I look out the window&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>And see a plow&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>“SNOW DAY”<br>after you go back to bed you fall asleep for a little while<br>but its still nothing a little coffee cant fix </strong></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-01-20 17:53:54 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Soaring Eagle by Jack Werner</title>
         <author>jbwerner20271</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/nwalkowicz/o1ify6jr1amjlj9w/wish/2003492017</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>Soaring Eagle</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</strong></div><div><br><br><br><br></div><div><strong>A eagle soars over the diamond at night</strong></div><div><strong>The gigantic lights make the stadium bright</strong></div><div><strong>Its the bottom of the ninth and the score is tied</strong></div><div><br><br></div><div><strong>2 outs bases loaded.</strong></div><div><strong>The player steps up to the plate</strong></div><div><strong>The ball buzzs by the bats barrel</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>Strike One</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>2 wild pitches</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>A curveball, strike two</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>A high fastball&nbsp;</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>Its now a full count and the pitchers on the mound</strong></div><div><strong>Another curveball spinning like the earth</strong></div><div><strong>It begins to drop will it break into the dirt</strong></div><div><strong>The batter swings with all his might and</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>CRACK&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>the ball soars like the eagle</strong></div><div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-01-20 17:58:46 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Both sides of victory by Brendan O&#39;Connor</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/nwalkowicz/o1ify6jr1amjlj9w/wish/2003494017</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>&nbsp;3…</strong></div><div><strong>2…</strong></div><div><strong>1…</strong></div><div><strong>The buzzer goes off&nbsp; the new march madness champions&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>The streamers fall on the floor&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>Just as the tears drop</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>The winning team hears the cheers&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>On one side hope and glee</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>And on the other sadness and defeat&nbsp;</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>The work put in for one team succeeds&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>And the other is</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp;not enough…&nbsp; &nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>Sometimes you can't know victory without knowing defeat&nbsp;</strong></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-01-20 17:59:40 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Hard Work  By: CJ Herrick</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/nwalkowicz/o1ify6jr1amjlj9w/wish/2003501857</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>I don't compare myself to others,</strong></div><div><strong>I work while no one sees,</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp;I don't bother looking at other/seeing others and what they have done,</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp;If I compare myself with others,</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp;I might get down on myself,</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>&nbsp;Just like others shouldn't get down on themself,</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp;I focus on myself,</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp;I see others so confident, acting so cool,</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp;They might be better,</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp;I just focus on working harder and being better at what I do,</strong></div><div><strong>I see people also get scared,</strong></div><div><strong>Afraid,</strong></div><div><strong>Frightened,</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>I just tell them,</strong></div><div><strong>Focus on what you do,</strong></div><div><strong>And what you want to achieve,</strong></div><div><strong>Be great at what you want to do.</strong></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-01-20 18:03:15 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Riding In The Rain ~ By Kiley Weafer</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/nwalkowicz/o1ify6jr1amjlj9w/wish/2003511696</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>Thump</strong></div><div><strong>Thump</strong></div><div><strong>Thump,</strong></div><div><br><strong>Ginny's hooves slam against</strong></div><div><strong>the soft white sand freely</strong></div><div><strong>bright blonde mane whipps in the wind</strong></div><div><strong>I harness with my hand,</strong></div><div><strong>looking out to the bright blue waters</strong></div><div><strong>As we gallop along</strong></div><div><strong>The bright beaming blinding sun</strong></div><div><strong>Sparkles on the waves</strong></div><div><strong>Everything feels just right&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>On this bright summer day,</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>Clouds form overhead</strong></div><div><strong>Casting shadows over</strong></div><div><strong>Ginnys head</strong></div><div><strong>The rain starts to pour down</strong></div><div><strong>Onto my face</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>But she did not run</strong></div><div><strong>Ginny did not hide</strong></div><div><strong>She kept going</strong></div><div><strong>I let my hair down&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>Let it fly in the in the wind</strong></div><div><strong>We ride on and on&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>Into the night</strong></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-01-20 18:07:52 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Dance Away- By: Mallory Cira</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/nwalkowicz/o1ify6jr1amjlj9w/wish/2003511725</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div><br></div><div><strong>Dancing is something people underestimate&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>People don't know that dancing is a personality trait</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>The movement in your body&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>Goes though like wind blowing&nbsp; flowers&nbsp;</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>Away from the wind</strong></div><div><strong>Away from your stressful life</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>Then you fall</strong></div><div><strong>Down to the floor&nbsp;</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>You feel the music in your body</strong></div><div><strong>You feel your heart pounding in your chest</strong></div><div><strong>Waiting to see what move will come next</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>The moves are imprinted in your memory</strong></div><div><strong>You can explain things without any lecture</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>Wait</strong></div><div><strong>People think you made mistakes</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>But dancing is something people underestimate&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>In the end dancing will always be a personality trait</strong></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-01-20 18:07:53 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>The night of calm                                                                                                                                                              By Aidyn Cuenca                                                                              </title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/nwalkowicz/o1ify6jr1amjlj9w/wish/2003513455</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>The night is dark&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;               The night is chilly&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;                   You can walk around the park                    Seeing the stars and planets&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;             The night is silent and quiet&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;                         I can look at the moon&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;                The bright big beautiful moon.                  Watch as the world holds its breath   Waiting and watching for the people to wake&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;                              &nbsp;When the world breaks&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;               For morning&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;                Finally, at dawn&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;             The world is shattered by light &nbsp;                Too bright&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;            The people fight at first light for what they think is right&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Why can’t it be night?&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;                                                    The night is dark&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;                     The night is chilly&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;                    You can walk around for hours                Seeing the stars and planets.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-01-20 18:08:45 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Hidden- By Alex Cobi</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/nwalkowicz/o1ify6jr1amjlj9w/wish/2003516729</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>Hidden</div><div>By Alex Cobi</div><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div><br><br></div><div>&nbsp; Fallen soldiers&nbsp;</div><div>&nbsp;Here</div><div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;There</div><div>Most importantly in my heart</div><div>Those filthy swastikas classify hate towards people like us</div><div>The innocent people that have passed, that's on them&nbsp;</div><div><br><br></div><div>Beautiful buildings,</div><div>Destroyed</div><div>They treat us like a toy</div><div>Sadly they destroyed the passion in a person</div><div><br><br></div><div>That person is me&nbsp;</div><div>I used to go to a pond</div><div>A bright blue sky with dark water reflecting on me</div><div>Bright green grass with specs of dirt in them</div><div>&nbsp; the reflection of the water I see myself&nbsp;</div><div>A little peaceful swan</div><div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;But now I have to hide</div><div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Because I am just an innocent little boy&nbsp;</div><div><br><br><br></div><div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</div><div><br><br><br><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-01-20 18:10:19 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title> Underwater by: Emma DaPonte/ This quiet place/Under the surface Almost like space/Floating smoothly/Wondering where the creatures would bring me/Traveling alone in My peaceful world/I dive down/Where the calm blue surrounds me/The silence starts to press me /Currents drive me to a new place/Bringing myself back up/No more silence in me/Back in reality </title>
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         <pubDate>2022-01-20 18:16:07 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>The Dark Side: by Will Sullivan</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/nwalkowicz/o1ify6jr1amjlj9w/wish/2003572479</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong><em>The Dark Side</em></strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>Flowers sprout with a brand new day</strong></div><div><strong>Pedals lay on the grass out in display</strong></div><div><strong>Kids run around with the butterflies</strong></div><div><strong>Until night falls in the town</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>The growing green grass makes the trees sing</strong></div><div><strong>Until a dove flies by…</strong></div><div><strong>Bombing…</strong></div><div><strong>Across the sky</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>Tracks of tanks kill the flowers</strong></div><div><strong>Gunpowder pollutes the air</strong></div><div><strong>Young men fight with despair</strong></div><div><strong>They just wanna go home so they send a prayer</strong></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Fire Bird By: Alex Sokolowski</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/nwalkowicz/o1ify6jr1amjlj9w/wish/2003586700</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>I watched the bird slice through the windy air,</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;It seemed as it was without care,</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Its wings were working so silently,</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Like a tiger sneaking up on its prey,</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>If you look closely, you can see its eyes,</strong></div><div><strong>It stalks its prey, waiting to surprise,</strong></div><div><strong>It caws,</strong></div><div><strong>And caws,</strong></div><div><strong>A deathly caw,</strong></div><div><strong>For who know how long,</strong></div><div><strong>It could be for minutes,</strong></div><div><strong>Maybe even hours,</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>It has a fiery burn,</strong></div><div><strong>Like a tigers soul,</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>But the light in the fire is in sight,</strong></div><div><strong>You can see it is not in fiery,</strong></div><div><strong>But calm and accepting,&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>As though it had changed.</strong></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Mortality - Justin Bae</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/nwalkowicz/o1ify6jr1amjlj9w/wish/2003589177</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>As the dove flies abroad the community &nbsp;</div><div><br>It’s wings drastically spreaded furthermore&nbsp;</div><div><br>Showcasing its capability to operate in flight&nbsp;</div><div><br>As individuals have the capability to soar&nbsp;</div><div><br>Commencing the comfortable life&nbsp;</div><div><br>At an astonishing initial youth&nbsp;</div><div><br>Within the delicate environment&nbsp;</div><div><br>And its undiscovered, essential truth&nbsp;</div><div><br>Abroad the widely distributed land&nbsp;</div><div><br>Its elegance absolutely indescribable &nbsp;</div><div><br>Lays a miniature, marvelous girl&nbsp;</div><div><br>Her affection and adoration undeniable&nbsp;</div><div><br>On the unfortunate contrary&nbsp;</div><div><br>A depressing and distressing individual suffers&nbsp;</div><div><br>Due to her skin’s disparate pigmentation&nbsp;</div><div><br>Alongside her peculiar and contrasting mothers&nbsp;</div><div><br>Her gender identity fracturing exceedingly&nbsp;</div><div><br>Drastically demolishing beneath the immense pressure&nbsp;</div><div><br>Being thoroughly observed as unsuccessful&nbsp;</div><div><br>As her existence is examined with displeasure&nbsp;</div><div><br>Although she desires sentiment within the community&nbsp;</div><div><br>She is miserable and dwindling abroad&nbsp;</div><div><br>However, if someone assists the unfortunate individual&nbsp;</div><div><br>Then she would potentially not be considered flawed&nbsp;</div><div><br>We are all acknowledged as an individual planet&nbsp;</div><div><br>Supposedly everything within the atmosphere being ours&nbsp;</div><div><br>Yet together, we commence an astounding galaxy&nbsp;</div><div><br>Filled with bright, vivid stars&nbsp;</div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>The Unknown By: Joe Sabourin</title>
         <author>jasabourin20271</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/nwalkowicz/o1ify6jr1amjlj9w/wish/2003599650</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>A man in the desert</strong></div><div><strong>Being chased by a Shadow</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>The man does not have a steady pace</strong></div><div><strong>He runs over the large dunes&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>and stumbles down them</strong></div><div><strong>On his way down he can feel</strong></div><div><strong>Fear</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>he tramps and falls as he is in&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>Fear</strong></div><div><strong>He is in fear of the unknown</strong></div><div><strong>The unknown shade that follows so ominously behind him</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>The Dark outline has a steady calm stride for it has nothing to fear</strong></div><div><strong>It walks up and over the dunes of thoughts appearing&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>and disappearing</strong></div><div><strong>And no matter how much the desert is filled with those thoughts&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>the shadow never gets smaller&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>It never stops&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>And the man never confronts it</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>The man does nothing but stay in the back of all of our minds keeping us away from the unknown</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>But the only way we can confront fear is to explore the unknown.</strong></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Home                                                                             By: Maya Romagnolo</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/nwalkowicz/o1ify6jr1amjlj9w/wish/2003618978</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>Home, a place where she can take things off</strong></div><div><strong>her shoulders.</strong></div><div><strong>All-day, every day she carries boulders.</strong></div><div><strong>Home is a dove that carries her away,</strong></div><div><strong>Somewhere far away.</strong></div><div><strong>Home isn’t always four walls and a roof</strong></div><div><strong>It can be as simple as two arms and two legs.</strong></div><div><strong>At least that was what her’s was.</strong></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-01-20 18:58:26 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>What dose it mean to be human</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/nwalkowicz/o1ify6jr1amjlj9w/wish/2003707630</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>“I apologize for such a long letter - I didn't have time to write a short one” -Mark Twain.</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>Society Humanity What does it truly mean to be human?</strong></div><div><strong>Do you have to kill others?</strong></div><div><strong>Watch the dust cloud over Hiroshima and just stand there apathetic.</strong></div><div><strong>Do you have to</strong></div><div><strong>break others.</strong></div><div><strong>We are all gears in society.</strong></div><div><strong>Humans are caring, dreaming, living, killing, dying, loving.</strong></div><div><strong>We all think we are incredible, we are egotistical… But they are also part of something incredible.</strong></div><div><strong>Everyone asks at one point.</strong></div><div><strong>Why do we kill each other?</strong></div><div><strong>Why do we dream impossible things?</strong></div><div><strong>Why do we have intelligence?</strong></div><div><strong>Why do we rejoice after battles? Where we killed people who had families.</strong></div><div><strong>The mother who weaps a widow with no son they both died alone.</strong></div><div><strong>Even if you were in the right and you were “good” , a person died who was “Bad” they were still alive and just as human as you.</strong></div><div><strong>In reality good and evil are just lables they are all relitive.</strong></div><div><strong>Everyone is “evil” by someone’s standerds and “good” by anothers.</strong></div><div><strong>Humanity is egotistical; they slap these relative labels.</strong></div><div><strong>Why Nagasaki?</strong></div><div><strong>We all think we are “special” in one way or another that we are going to be able to do anything we set our minds to.</strong></div><div><strong>But what do you think people in poverty set their minds to?</strong></div><div><strong>People say that being lazy is a sin but why is it bad in the first place?</strong></div><div><strong>Wells were created because people were too lazy to go to the river.</strong></div><div><strong>Running water was created due to people getting too lazy to travel to the well.</strong></div><div><strong>Yet we call everyone who are lazy sinners.</strong></div><div><strong>We celebrate when doves come out.</strong></div><div><strong>History is only told by the winners who end up being known as those who defeated the “evil” country and are “savoires” and “good” people.</strong></div><div><strong>In 1998, over 1,200 bone fragments were found in Benjimman franklens basement in London.</strong></div><div><strong>At the time Tampering with dead bodies was outlawed no matter the reason.</strong></div><div><strong>What good reason did he have for the corpses?</strong></div><div><strong>Why is he hailed as “good” even though it is public but he is good due to the ego of America that he is still hailed as “good”.</strong></div><div><strong>Despite this fact he is still the pride of America as a founding father.</strong></div><div><strong>Pride itself is even a sin so why?</strong></div><div><strong>What does it mean to be American?</strong></div><div><strong>Do you have to be so patriotic and egotistical that you have a team named after the word.</strong></div><div><strong>What does it mean to be Japaness?</strong></div><div><strong>Do you have to commit Seppuku instead of facing defeat?</strong></div><div><strong>History is written by the winners.</strong></div><div><strong>People are only taught how Brittan was “evil” and raised taxes unfairly and are not taught how they did it because they went practically bankrupt protecting us then we refused to pay them back.</strong></div><div><strong>Just another example.</strong></div><div><strong>When there is a transferee from Britan in football the referee will be biased.<br><br><br>Source for corpse in basemant facts: </strong><a href="https://www.thehealthboard.com/why-were-skeletons-buried-in-benjamin-franklins-basement.htm#:~:text=In%201998%2C%20over%201%2C200%20bone%20fragments%20were%20discovered,furthering%20our%20understanding%20of%20human%20health%20and%20anatomy"><strong>https://www.thehealthboard.com/why-were-skeletons-buried-in-benjamin-franklins-basement.htm#:~:text=In%201998%2C%20over%201%2C200%20bone%20fragments%20were%20discovered,furthering%20our%20understanding%20of%20human%20health%20and%20anatomy</strong></a><strong>&nbsp;</strong></div>]]></description>
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         <title>The Line by Owen Graber </title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/nwalkowicz/o1ify6jr1amjlj9w/wish/2003774588</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>When he goes to a restaurant</strong></div><div><strong>He smells the fragrant smell</strong></div><div><strong>When the smell lifts him up</strong></div><div><strong>He floats across the sky</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>But when he gets to the restaurant</strong></div><div><strong>He is met by a line, the line is</strong></div><div><strong>S</strong></div><div><strong>O</strong></div><div><strong>O</strong></div><div><strong>O<br>long it is like a mile</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>And all of the people</strong></div><div><strong>Are wearing blue shoes</strong></div><div><strong>Which is weird ‘cause</strong></div><div><strong>Everyone usually wears red shoes</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>And the dictator loves the red color&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>He loves this color more than his brother</strong></div><div><strong>But why is he not enraged</strong></div><div><strong>Is he dead?</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>Why is he not coming after?</strong></div><div><strong>Why?</strong></div><div><strong>Why?</strong></div><div><strong>Why?</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>Bye</strong></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>A Flower Blooms in a Prison- Cecilia Puthiaparambil</title>
         <author>caputhiaparambil20271</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/nwalkowicz/o1ify6jr1amjlj9w/wish/2003789743</link>
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         <title>Growth- By Jack Blake</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/nwalkowicz/o1ify6jr1amjlj9w/wish/2003801898</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>We grow&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>sometimes it might be slow</strong></div><div><strong>and the best growth is not height</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>We will succeed, fail</strong></div><div><strong>But when you get&nbsp;</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>Knocked</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Down</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>You get back up</strong></div><div><strong>Then you rebuild yourself&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>And get back where you started</strong></div><div><strong>You will learn&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>And be better than you were before</strong></div><div><strong>Maybe this time you will&nbsp; succeed</strong></div><div><strong>But if you fail again</strong></div><div><strong>It won’t matter if it starts to rain&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>Because you will get back up and try again</strong></div><div><strong>And this time you will be better</strong></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Just a Dream - Suzy Chen</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/nwalkowicz/o1ify6jr1amjlj9w/wish/2003844629</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>A girl, watching the sunset</div><div>Behind her, is her beach house</div><div>With her jet</div><div>of course</div><div><br></div><div>The sky is beautifully painted pink&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</div><div>But-&nbsp;</div><div>She is lonely and tired,</div><div>Of her famous life</div><div>There was just so much pressure. She wished she didn’t</div><div>Choose this lifestyle when she was five&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </div><div><br></div><div>She rapidly ran-</div><div>Like a rabbit down the beach</div><div>She could feel the sand on her feet as she began</div><div>To feel so-</div><div>So-&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div>Free&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div><br></div><div>It was like she was walking on clouds</div><div>It doesn’t even feel real</div><div>Then she was woken up by her manager</div><div>It was just a dream&nbsp;</div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Stitch by Stitch By Hannah Crocker</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/nwalkowicz/o1ify6jr1amjlj9w/wish/2003850973</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>The world is a quilt<br>Made slowly, stitch by stitch<br>Pattern by pattern<br>With doves singing and flowers blooming&nbsp;<br>Each pattern a part of history, some bright and cheerful&nbsp;<br>Some daunting and destructive&nbsp;<br><br>But sometimes the quilt can be<br>Unstitched<br>pulled 'till it&nbsp;<br>Rips<br><br>Becoming a pile of fabric&nbsp;<br>made up by tangled tired thread,<br>By all the dread, hate and fear<br>And the flowers and doves nearly disappear<br><br>But I'm lucky&nbsp;<br>Because my pattern&nbsp;<br>doesn't have many rips&nbsp;<br>Or tears<br>Or loose threads<br>And has doves singing<br>And flowers blooming<br><br>But some aren't so lucky&nbsp;<br>Their patterns have rips<br>And loose threads<br>And no doves singing<br>And no flowers blooming<br><br>I do my best to help but<br>Really,<br>Deep down<br>I fear I can't<br>Make a big enough difference&nbsp;<br>to keep the quilt from becoming tired tangled thread</div>]]></description>
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         <title>The Feeling of an empty head - Mehak Khan</title>
         <author>makhan2027</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>As we humans g r o w older</strong></div><div><strong>So do memories</strong></div><div><strong>What we remember, what we don’t&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>depends on who we are</strong></div><div><strong>We focus on the wrong as life goes on</strong></div><div><strong>We start to forget in minutes just as if life is a song</strong></div><div><strong>Memories start fading away&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp;Hollow brain with a hollow heart</strong></div><div><strong>Results to forgetting&nbsp; about all the happy times you’ve had in the past</strong></div><div><strong>How forgetful someone is and forgets how their mother or father was like</strong></div><div><strong>The feeling of importance</strong></div><div><strong>washing away like seashells being left for the sea to eat up</strong></div><div><strong>Feelings of losing something in your head&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>Your brain isn’t the same anymore&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>If feels empty&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>It feels deserted</strong></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Riding with the Skies of Florida      By: Grace Clay</title>
         <author>gcclay20271</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/nwalkowicz/o1ify6jr1amjlj9w/wish/2003887343</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>In the month of February<br>Some days I leave my place of learning&nbsp;<br>To go to the wonders of Florida<br><br>I take my homework with me<br>I study for school on the plane&nbsp;<br><br>My horse, Junior, will get there before me&nbsp;<br>Junior stands and eats during his long trailer ride<br><br>Then the clouds are dark gray and no blue sky was found<br>It is raining so hard that people can’t hear the loud sound of thunder<br><br>My horse shivers and steams<br><br>Why you must wonder&nbsp;<br>Why is he cold in warm weather?<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>In the Night - By: Lilyana Martinez</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/nwalkowicz/o1ify6jr1amjlj9w/wish/2003912812</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>Night time is a dark place,&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>A romantic time for couples&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>Making sweet gestures with their face&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>A party time for teens and adults</strong></div><div><strong>A time to look upon your actions.&nbsp;</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>Night time is a good place,</strong></div><div><strong>And epic time for family games.</strong></div><div><strong>A time for children to sleep so they're ready for school&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>And for people to find clothes to dress cool.</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>Night time is a fun place,</strong></div><div><strong>For friends to get together</strong></div><div><strong>And play games till they fall asleep.</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>Night time is a weird place,&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>A place where animals hide</strong></div><div><strong>Where animals wait for an attack.</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>Night time is a B A D time&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>A time where bats wait and broadcast the streets</strong></div><div><strong>Waiting for its victims,</strong></div><div><strong>A time where wolves are out waiting for a new animal&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>To come into the woods.</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>Night time is a place where&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>Animals scan the ground for little animals&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>To hunt and eat as their late night dinner.&nbsp;</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>Night time is the time of death.</strong></div><div><strong>A time for cries,</strong></div><div><strong>And a time to wipe your eyes.&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>And think about the time that lies ahead.</strong></div>]]></description>
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         <title>May Days-By Bethany Harrington</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/nwalkowicz/o1ify6jr1amjlj9w/wish/2003962924</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>We all want the ability to stop time.</strong></div><div><strong>To stay in a moment forever.</strong></div><div><strong>For me, I wish this for a million different moments.</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>I wish I could stay forever.</strong></div><div><strong>Stay with my May 2020 days.</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>The days when I saw beautiful yellow flowers.</strong></div><div><strong>I would do anything to see those flowers again</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>I saw these beautiful flowers when they were at their lowest point and&nbsp; I saw them when they were at the happiest point.</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>But the most painful thing is knowing that you will never see those flowers again. Not even&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>once.</strong></div><div><br><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Earth by: Cara Aronowitz</title>
         <author>cjaronowitz20271</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/nwalkowicz/o1ify6jr1amjlj9w/wish/2004006198</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>The birds sang in the distance,&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>About their world's fragile existence&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>Their nests are homes on top of the branches.</strong></div><div><strong>Their little eggs, sitting there,</strong></div><div><strong>Waiting to hatch and be freed into the world.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>What they don’t know is how the world can go up in flames.&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>As the wildfires spread, the branches break</strong></div><div><strong>Leaving the birds homeless.</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>The bears sit on their icebergs,</strong></div><div><strong>Cold, but bright under the sun.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>Looking for fish to grab and to eat.</strong></div><div><strong>What they don’t know is how the world can go up in flames.</strong></div><div><strong>The sun beats down,</strong></div><div><strong>Their homes dissolved, leaving them with no hope.</strong></div><div><br><br></div><div><strong>The sun scorching, sabotaging simple survival.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>But the world can persist and resist,</strong></div><div><strong>And bring the colors back.</strong></div><div><strong>The ice caps will re-freeze, the trees will sway in the breeze.</strong></div><div><strong>And what they don’t know is the flames can be tamed.&nbsp;</strong></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-01-20 23:54:41 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Ridiculous revenge by Josh Bolduc </title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/nwalkowicz/o1ify6jr1amjlj9w/wish/2004024370</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div><br></div><div><br></div><div>It was 2019 just before covid.&nbsp;</div><div>There was a bully who was mean.&nbsp;</div><div>He was seeking ridiculous revenge.&nbsp;</div><div>Bolduc would be bullied everyday&nbsp;</div><div>the bully would make fun of him for his awful stench</div><div>&nbsp;that was as bad as a wet sock.&nbsp;</div><div>Bolduc wanted revenge on the bully.</div><div>&nbsp;Bolduc wanted to have a fight with the bully.</div><div>&nbsp;But during the fight the bully saw that revenge is</div><div>&nbsp;not worth it. The bully was only giving Bolduc a hard time because of jealousy.<br>&nbsp;When they fought Bolduc did not fight right.</div><div>&nbsp;So the people found out that revenge might not be right.&nbsp;</div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-01-21 00:14:58 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Papercut Charlie M</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/nwalkowicz/o1ify6jr1amjlj9w/wish/2004035934</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>A Papercut is like an insult,</strong></div><div><strong>Small but hurtful.</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp;Brings much pain</strong></div><div><strong>It's often looked over,</strong></div><div><strong>Like no one cares.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>One is fine</strong></div><div><strong>Overlooked by most,</strong></div><div><strong>But 10, 20 ,100.</strong></div><div><strong>It's a stab, sob, sorrow story</strong></div><div><strong>That cuts deeper than most.</strong></div><div><br><br></div><div><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; It's fine at first,&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>But the numbers keep counting,</strong></div><div><strong><em>“10, 20, 100”</em></strong></div><div><strong>When they build up</strong></div><div><strong>feelings gradually</strong></div><div><strong>Drop&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</strong></div><div><br><br></div><div><strong>&nbsp; Sometimes the cut plunges deeper,</strong></div><div><strong>Than a dagger</strong></div><div><strong>More painful than a stab</strong></div><div><strong>Basically to the heart.</strong></div><div><strong>Plunges so deep</strong></div><div><strong>It will make you weep&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;</strong></div><div><br><br><br></div><div><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; It's not just a word&nbsp; &nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>It's not painless</strong></div><div><strong>It's slices&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>Sometimes to the heart</strong></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-01-21 00:26:50 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>&quot;Life is a Beach&quot; - Nash Ten Hagen</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/nwalkowicz/o1ify6jr1amjlj9w/wish/2004112620</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div><br><br><br><br><strong>Life is a beach,&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>A long one,&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </strong>&nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div><strong>With rocks and soft sand.</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>Rocks,</strong></div><div><strong>The’re sharp&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>The’re smooth&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>The’re shiny</strong></div><div><strong>We all must walk over the rocks.</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>If you try to go around them,</strong></div><div><strong>It will cause you problems.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</strong>&nbsp;</div><div><br></div><div><strong>You MUST go THROUGH them.</strong></div><div><strong>It will hurt,&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </strong>&nbsp;</div><div><strong>But after the rocks comes the soft,</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>Sand.</strong></div><div><strong>Let the sand glow and flow through your toes,&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div><strong>Take advantage of it.</strong></div><div><br><br></div><div><strong>The waves,&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The crash on, &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; the beach and,&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>mess up the sand.</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>But, they bring seashells, and seaweed.</strong></div><div><strong>They bring wet sand that can build any sand structure possible.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </strong>&nbsp;</div><div><strong>&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>Life is a beach.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;</strong></div><div><br><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-01-21 01:35:42 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Paige Henebry </title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/nwalkowicz/o1ify6jr1amjlj9w/wish/2004116119</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>I don't mind that I'm overlooked</strong></div><div><br><br></div><div><strong>Defective&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>never&nbsp; modified or operated&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>But I'm stronger and collective&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>poured down from the world above</strong></div><div><strong>sitting down and watching love</strong></div><div><strong>That's moved in the air</strong></div><div><strong>By entity &nbsp;</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>So I glisten like glitter&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>Sometimes flaws occur.&nbsp;</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>I want to linger</strong></div><div><strong>like the trees that grow old and sway</strong></div><div><strong>in storms and stand tall and look brave&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>Although I'm something&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>But not someone&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>i forever will</strong></div><div><strong>Just liquify&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>away.&nbsp;</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>But i have been created for a reason&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>And learn to know my worth&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>So unliking my breakable self,</strong></div><div><strong>Will make me frigid</strong></div><div><strong>Even if&nbsp; burned.&nbsp;</strong></div><div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <author>ngsmith2027</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/nwalkowicz/o1ify6jr1amjlj9w/wish/2004121533</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>Sunlight by Noah Smith</strong></div><div><br><br></div><div><strong>When I look up at the sky</strong></div><div><strong>I see sunlight&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>Oh what I owe this glorious sight of mine</strong></div><div><strong>It has seen the worst of fights</strong></div><div><strong>It has also seen the best deeds</strong></div><div><strong>People fighting for rights</strong></div><div><strong>And all of the worlds needs</strong></div><div><strong>We breathe the same air</strong></div><div><strong>As the hungry soldiers&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>In despair</strong></div><div><strong>While we move boulders&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>They moved bodies&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>Everything is seen by sunlight</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>We would not be here right now if it weren't for veterans, thank you veterans&nbsp;</strong></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-01-21 01:42:27 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>A colorful path of life -Emma Sullivan</title>
         <author>efsullivan2027</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/nwalkowicz/o1ify6jr1amjlj9w/wish/2004122754</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>A Rainbow, like a path of life<br>It is happy but appears on a rainy sad day.<br><br>Life, it can be amazing and joyful one day,</div><div>But dreadful another<br>But you just have to find the end of that dark and grey rainbow.&nbsp;<br><br>Walk on top of that dull stripe across the sky,<br>And you will eventually find the end of it.</div><div><br>And once you do,</div><div>You will find something,<br>And that something is the real YOU&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;<br>A person with new opportunities and an open-hearted mind<br>The cheerful, confident, and courageous person, will&nbsp;</div><div>jump out.<br><br>It's a lot of work to find that person</div><div>It's also hard to be that person,</div><div>But just remember,</div><div>That person isn’t far&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; away.</div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-01-21 01:43:29 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Burning memories - Emily McNiff</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/nwalkowicz/o1ify6jr1amjlj9w/wish/2004135567</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>Wrapped up in a blanket starin’ out the window</div><div>Even when he was surrounded by the company of the blanket</div><div>he still felt lonely</div><div>even when being surrounded by people</div><div>He was ignored</div><div>Not adored.&nbsp;</div><div><br></div><div>Tired eyes looked up at the stars</div><div>Sleepless nights made him tired;</div><div>wary of the things lurkin’ in the dark.</div><div>He rested on the window, not hot nor cold</div><div>Feelin’ calm.</div><div>Feelin’ C a l m.</div><div>Fear was the only thing driving’ him from sleep.</div><div>But the sleepiness drowned out the fear</div><div>Soon enough he was lulled to sleep.</div><div><br></div><div>All he remembered was a burnin’ house,</div><div>Ragin' fire that never seemed to cease</div><div>The screams of agony&nbsp;</div><div>Painful screams.</div><div>He struggled to wake.&nbsp;</div><div>&nbsp;Being trapped in an endless loop&nbsp;</div><div>Seeing everyone suffer around him</div><div><br></div><div>What's&nbsp;</div><div>not&nbsp;</div><div>to&nbsp;</div><div>love?</div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-01-21 01:53:34 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Together</title>
         <author>nwalkowicz</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/nwalkowicz/o1ify6jr1amjlj9w/wish/2004147248</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>Here we are, together.&nbsp;<br>You’re not alone<br>in the storm.&nbsp;<br>So, look around now.&nbsp;<br>That’s better.<br>There’s so much to talk about.&nbsp;<br><br>What was it like to be part&nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; of history?<br>How did it feel? Was each month<br>	a mystery?<br>Did you want’a break<br>	the news?&nbsp;<br>Did you want’a take&nbsp;<br>	a snooze?<br><br>What was it like to live at&nbsp;<br>        a distance?&nbsp;<br>Did you embrace? Or was there<br>	resistance?<br>Did you wan'ta stop<br>	the feed?&nbsp;<br>Did you want'a pause and&nbsp;<br>	dream?&nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-01-21 02:02:56 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Forest mind set by Avery Boylan</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/nwalkowicz/o1ify6jr1amjlj9w/wish/2004154830</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>A forest with no creatures,<br>A forest with no plants,<br>Simply unused and unnew<br>A person ignores it<br>Is it real if no one knows it exists?<br>But i Know it exists, is that enough for it?<br>Because in the end of the day, somebody is this forest<br>Untalked to, old and unused<br>We’ve all been in this forest once<br>And no one helped us out<br>But we are out now, let the forest be known<br>Before the fire keeps it hidden,<br>Because the trees don't creak,<br>The leaves don't whisper,<br>The plants don't sway<br>And the animals don't run<br>But that doesn't mean it's not real<br>Because we’re treading in the forest<br>Seeds in our hands, our shoes<br>Spreading it more<br>A Stone creating ripples in the waves<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>The Levels of the Ocean                                             By Abby Fisch  </title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/nwalkowicz/o1ify6jr1amjlj9w/wish/2004158109</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>Roaming the sea,</div><div>In search of an answer,&nbsp;</div><div>Unable to find,</div><div>Such a distant wonder.</div><div><br></div><div>The water&nbsp;</div><div>R</div><div>&nbsp;E</div><div>&nbsp; C</div><div>&nbsp; &nbsp;H</div><div>&nbsp; &nbsp; E</div><div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;S</div><div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</div><div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;O</div><div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; U</div><div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;T</div><div>It’s shivering hand,</div><div>Pulling me deeper,</div><div>Farther from land.</div><div><br></div><div>Then a light flickers,</div><div>I start to float up,</div><div>Swimming faster than light</div><div>And faster than sight.</div><div><br></div><div>Here comes a school,</div><div>Who trample on by,</div><div>Leaving nothing behind.</div><div>Not even an eye.&nbsp;</div><div><br></div><div>Once they pass,</div><div>I begin a path,</div><div>No obstacles can stand in my way.&nbsp;</div><div><br></div><div>I look all around,</div><div>Nothing can be found,</div><div>Not eels or squids,</div><div>It’s all a black blur.&nbsp;</div><div><br></div><div>Swimming around,</div><div>With no sight,</div><div>But then I see the tiniest speck of light,</div><div><br></div><div>Beginning my quest towards the white,&nbsp;</div><div>Getting brighter by the second,</div><div>My treasures near,</div><div>I’ve got no fear,</div><div>It’s almost here.&nbsp;</div><div><br></div><div>I break through the surface,</div><div>With a powerful purpose,</div><div>Colors filling my eyes,</div><div>Under the bright shining sky.&nbsp;</div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>My Second Home by Avery Razza</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>It’s my second home.</strong></div><div><strong>When I’m there I feel safe.</strong></div><div><strong>I feel like I can do anything.</strong></div><div><strong>I feel free.&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>When I ride</strong></div><div><strong>I'm in control,</strong></div><div><strong>When I ride</strong></div><div><strong>The horse&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>Is my partner.&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>When I ride I feel like all my&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>Worries disappear. &nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>When I ride I feel at peace.&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>I feel the wind whisper in my ear</strong></div><div><strong>As I fly over a jump.&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>As the horses munch on their hay</strong></div><div><strong>Letting out a few neighs.&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>As the gentle beasts stride through the grass&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>Of the pastures.&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>As the wild horses become tame.&nbsp;<br>I look through the windows seeing the calm horses</strong></div><div><strong>Graze.&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>These massive kind beasts are my second home.&nbsp;</strong></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-01-21 11:58:48 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Winters not so bad -Nathan Keefe </title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/nwalkowicz/o1ify6jr1amjlj9w/wish/2004948746</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>The night is cold</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp;and the snow covers the green grass.</strong></div><div><strong>The tree´s dance in the cold wind</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>&nbsp;the clock is close the time has climbed&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>It is new year's day.</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp;it’s about time&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>the world is bright&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>the ponds have froze&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>The cold air nips at your cold frozen toes.</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>&nbsp;Skate´s touch the water which is now ice,</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp;when you go inside it is very nice,</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>&nbsp;you get hot chocolate marshmallows as well&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>When you drink the cup the heat so nice&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp;winter is not so bad you say to yourself</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>&nbsp;you turn on the fire and enjoy yourself.</strong></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-01-21 12:59:49 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Benefits of a Thunderstorm By: Charlie Werner</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/nwalkowicz/o1ify6jr1amjlj9w/wish/2005088687</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>Gray clouds cover up</strong></div><div><strong>What used to be clear blue</strong></div><div><strong>Raindrops fall down to the ground,</strong></div><div><strong>A thunderstorm is due.</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>A thunderstorm? But why?</strong></div><div><strong>Most people sigh and shoulders sink.</strong></div><div><strong>But thunderstorms are beautiful,</strong></div><div><strong>Or that is what I think.&nbsp;</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>I like how raindrops fall</strong></div><div><strong>in a tapping frequent flow,</strong></div><div><strong>And how lightning cuts</strong></div><div><strong>Through the clouds, while thunder’s rather slow.&nbsp;</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>Plants and I alike both</strong></div><div><strong>Dance and thrive under the storm,</strong></div><div><strong>Other people huddle up&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>Where they find their own warmth.</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>The majority will disagree,</strong></div><div><strong><em>Thunderstorms? Those stink!</em></strong></div><div><strong>But my relationship to them</strong></div><div><strong>Is a skater to a rink.</strong></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-01-21 14:16:46 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>The Brick by Soren Krauss</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/nwalkowicz/o1ify6jr1amjlj9w/wish/2005093030</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>On a small, wooden table</div><div>Overlooking a green cul-de-sac</div><div>Sat a Lego brick.&nbsp;</div><div><br></div><div>The brick was not unordinary,</div><div>No, simply just a 4x4 studded</div><div>square piece of plastic.&nbsp;</div><div><br></div><div>Heck, even its bright red color</div><div>Hastily painted on in a factory</div><div>Was becoming a drab, dull shade.</div><div><br></div><div>What was it for?</div><div>It could not think of a reason.</div><div>It wasn’t meant to be read,&nbsp;</div><div>Opened, or eaten…</div><div><br></div><div>It was</div><div>nothing.&nbsp;</div><div><br></div><div>Until one day</div><div>Multiple, multicolored bricks fell onto the table.</div><div>Just like the red, they were normal.</div><div>Then</div><div>click.&nbsp;</div><div>They fit perfectly together.&nbsp;</div><div>Through many more clicks,</div><div>They created something beautiful.</div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-01-21 14:18:51 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Ethan Geishecker: 2nd place</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/nwalkowicz/o1ify6jr1amjlj9w/wish/2005096922</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>Going fast, but not too fast.</strong></div><div><strong>Everybody is surrounding me, right behind</strong></div><div><strong>a line.&nbsp; Bam and there off.&nbsp; Im too speedy, too deep into it already, I can’t go back.</strong></div><div><strong>I’m as fast as a cheetah, faster than anyone else.</strong></div><div><strong>I’m fast, flashy and furious.</strong></div><div><strong>Wait a minute! Someone is surpassing me!</strong></div><div><strong>he’ll never get past me, I am to good, too fast.</strong></div><div><strong>Everyone cheers for him, me right behind him, lost in the dark.</strong></div><div><strong>I am sad and lonely after I see him cross that line,</strong></div><div><strong>But everyone cheers for me, even though I’m right behind.&nbsp;</strong></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-01-21 14:20:42 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Moss   -Allie</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/nwalkowicz/o1ify6jr1amjlj9w/wish/2005102338</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>Trees, trees,</div><div>What’s all the fuss?</div><div>I must ask,</div><div>Why?</div><div>Why do we “speak for the trees”</div><div>When the trees have the bees?</div><div><br>The oxygen is a plus,</div><div>Though I find trees too much fuss.</div><div>Instead, I think of another.</div><div>Highly efficient, spongy and damp</div><div>This description</div><div>Will be sufficient,</div><div>For the one I think of.</div><div>Moss.<br><br></div><div>Yes, moss,</div><div>Those tiny clusters of life.</div><div>Underrated as such,</div><div>Think once more about your focus.</div><div><br>Is there another you have ignored?</div><div>This may be a question,</div><div>Or a metaphor in this great game of life.</div><div>So turn your gaze outward, and</div><div><br><strong>See&nbsp;</strong></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-01-21 14:23:29 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Seasonal blooming By Frans Jorgan Weterrings IV </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>Rain or shine they’ll bloom&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>Snow or hale they'll prevail&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp;found any day any time any&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>bright but soft&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>Color will catch your eye even in the darkest of days&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>Their beautiful soft pink&nbsp; color radiates in any weather&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>They stick out like the moon in the night sky&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>unique but plain color&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>could stick out if the world was black and white&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>With the right conditions, cherry blossoms can flourish any time&nbsp;</strong></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-01-21 14:45:02 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>&nbsp;BED TIME</strong></div><div><strong>By : Brian Mullis</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>After a cold winter’s day, my bed calls me.&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>It is warm, cozy.&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>It wants to comfort me after a day of school, social, and studies. But i cant&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>I juts cant fall asleep</strong></div><div><strong>After my mind slowly stops turning I slowly start to fall asleep</strong></div><div><strong>Until my alarm clock beeps&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>“ITS ALL READY MORING”</strong></div><div><strong>It feels so early&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>And now somehow my bed is warm and cozy now</strong></div><div><strong>I look out the window&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>And see a plow&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>“SNOW DAY”</strong></div><div><br><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-01-21 15:20:19 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Pollution</title>
         <author>occlay2027</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/nwalkowicz/o1ify6jr1amjlj9w/wish/2005297350</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>So many types of pollution &nbsp;</div><div>Sometimes up&nbsp;</div><div>Sometimes down&nbsp;</div><div>But it’s all around&nbsp;</div><div>We need to reduce our waste&nbsp;</div><div>To keep this planet green&nbsp;</div><div>We must push to keep it clean&nbsp;</div><div><br></div><div>Cars rushing down streets&nbsp;</div><div>Its smoke turns air behind them gray&nbsp;</div><div>Seeing the trees crying&nbsp;</div><div>And their fallen burnt leaves dying&nbsp;</div><div>It’s in front of our eyes&nbsp;</div><div>But we chose to ignore it &nbsp;</div><div>This planet is in need &nbsp;</div><div>Not greed&nbsp;</div><div><br></div><div>Look at our waters&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div>Plastic and oils&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</div><div>Spilling in &nbsp;</div><div>Dolphins caught in nets&nbsp;</div><div>And sea turtles necks wrapped in&nbsp;</div><div>Plastic &nbsp;</div><div>Ice in the north&nbsp;</div><div>now melting&nbsp;</div><div>Polar bears losing their homes</div><div><br></div><div>In my dreams&nbsp;</div><div>Seeing green grass&nbsp;</div><div>And clear water&nbsp;</div><div><br></div><div>We must care for this planet </div><div>We must love this planet </div><div>Because it's the only one we have </div><div>And the only one we share </div><div>As one community </div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-01-21 15:57:44 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Four Seasons - Ruby H.</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>They stop</div><div>They cast out the flowers, pulling out the roots</div><div>Summer will leave me broken and warm&nbsp;</div><div>I love the spring, to bring neat trees&nbsp;</div><div>For the trees to cover and give me shade&nbsp;</div><div>Are the daylights of my day&nbsp;</div><div>I hate the fall and love the winter&nbsp;</div><div>For after winter comes the spring&nbsp;</div><div>After the snow comes the warmth&nbsp;</div><div>For the flowers outshine me, which I hate&nbsp;</div><div>I hate the leaves&nbsp;<br>getting me down to a pile of hate</div><div>All the weeds </div><div>Pulling me down </div><div>I stomp my way around the weeds </div><div>With my shoes filthy with death </div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/nwalkowicz/o1ify6jr1amjlj9w/wish/2005306836</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>The Carbon apocalypse&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I saw the world burning to ashes country by country.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I saw the glaciers melting slowly and crying for help, releasing death gas, locked away under the glaciers.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I see the sea rising, drowning everyone just trying to have a nice day at the beach.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I see the ozone, breaking apart as more deadly laser beams hit the earth.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I see the whole world, drowning and burning at the same time.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Then I see the little boy suffocating to lack of oxygen, crying out for his family.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; No one even tries to help stop this horrible calamity.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I guess I need more reminding,That Humans aren’t perfect.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Humans aren’t pure.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;That Humans aren’t absolute.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;But when I see someone plant a seed of hope, that makes us that much closer to saving <strong>ourselves.</strong></div><div><strong>Then I see the world being saved,</strong></div><div><strong>In my dreams.</strong></div><div><br></div><div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-01-21 16:02:42 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>The Carbon apocalypse                                                 I saw the world burning to ashes country by country.                                                                               I saw the glaciers melting slowly and crying for help, releasing death gas, locked away under the glaciers.                                                                               I see the sea rising, drowning everyone just trying to have a nice day at the beach.                     I see the ozone, breaking apart as more deadly laser beams hit the earth.                                             I see the whole world, drowning and burning at the same time.                                                          Then I see the little boy suffocating to lack of oxygen, crying out for his family.                            No one even tries to help stop this horrible calamity.                                                                              I guess I need more reminding,That Humans aren’t perfect.                                                              Humans aren’t pure.                                                 That Humans aren’t absolute.                                 But when I see someone plant a seed of hope, that makes us that much closer to saving ourselves.                                                                   Then I see the world being saved,In my dreams.           </title>
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         <pubDate>2022-01-21 16:10:25 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>All I need by: John Shaughnessy</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/nwalkowicz/o1ify6jr1amjlj9w/wish/2005419117</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<blockquote>i know that the world is big but i dont really care&nbsp; while people are partying i dont even seem to care</blockquote><div><br>I'm in the driveway shooting with stare</div><div><br></div><div>&nbsp;Sometimes I wish that I was over there but I just always declare</div><div><br></div><div>&nbsp; &nbsp;don't go over there. Because this is my piece of mind the swoosh when the puck hits&nbsp;</div><div><br></div><div>the net it sounds just like a fighter jet</div><div><br></div><div>&nbsp;i bet i can do it again and again</div><div><br></div><div>&nbsp;i'll do this forever without a care</div><div><br></div><div>&nbsp;because i like it more than loud music and bright lights&nbsp;</div><div><br></div><div>just me and my net as red as can be when i shoot i feel free like a bird in the sky&nbsp;</div><div><br></div><div>I don’t want to be a part of that jamboree I’ll just shoot my pucks with glee</div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-01-21 16:57:30 UTC</pubDate>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/nwalkowicz/o1ify6jr1amjlj9w/wish/2005421921</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>By: Dani&nbsp;<br><br><br><strong>May 25, 2020, we all heard the words from underneath “I cannot breath”</strong></div><div><strong>We heard him take his last breath</strong></div><div><strong>It was their knee that brought his sudden death.&nbsp;</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>The incident woke things up that have been suppressed</strong></div><div><strong>Racism was a topic never addressed&nbsp;</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>This sad reality of race vs race has become such a disgrace</strong></div><div><strong>The fact that people are dying because of power is such a mistake.</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>Racism has crippled our communities.&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>It has ruined a lot of opportunities</strong></div><div><strong>Dividing us from one another&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>Instead of uniting us and supporting each other.</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>The topic of racism should be something historical</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp;I can't believe my generation had to plan his memorial&nbsp;</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>This crime will not be forgotten</strong></div><div><strong>We will make racism unco</strong></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-01-21 16:58:53 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>D-Day  By:Charlie Smits</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/nwalkowicz/o1ify6jr1amjlj9w/wish/2005584972</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>The US is at war&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>will cause opponents to have a lot of Gore&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>Everyone fighting will need a strong core</strong></div><div><strong>On D-Day armed forces fought on the shore</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>Everyone is brave<br>US soldiers comin´ in with the waves</strong></div><div><strong>Knowing they could soon be beneath a grave</strong></div><div><strong>Solders want to kill Nazis with great crave&nbsp;</strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>Everywhere you hear big bombs bombing&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>This fight is not calming&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>You see the Nazis plotting</strong></div><div><strong>While doves are watching</strong></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-01-21 18:27:08 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>the world we live - James Murphy</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/nwalkowicz/o1ify6jr1amjlj9w/wish/2009237839</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>There are many</strong></div><div><strong>things to do in life</strong></div><div><strong>Like having fun with your friends</strong></div><div><strong>Enjoying ice cream by the beach</strong></div><div><strong>But there are some darker things in life</strong></div><div><strong>Like how some people&nbsp;<br>wont leave their house&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>Because they’re scared&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>of what will happen to them</strong></div><div><strong>They live in fear because of what this world has come</strong></div><div><strong>People killing their kind&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>over resources and disagreements</strong></div><div><strong>Over race and color&nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>There are so many</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp;good things in the world</strong></div><div><strong>Yet so many bad things</strong></div><div><strong>&nbsp;if your world is filled&nbsp;<br>with so many bad things</strong></div><div><strong>try to enjoy the world you live in &nbsp;</strong></div><div><strong>Try to embrace what you have &nbsp;</strong></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-01-24 16:37:31 UTC</pubDate>
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