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Harvest is over,Crops are in, andFalls's first killing frostStirs feelings of melancholySustained by winter's cold,With its bare trees,Migration, hibernation,Wisdom of fallow fields and
I’ve let my guard down Can’t let you in now I’ve worked so hard  And lost too much    Doing whatever it takes
Thank you! For being the moon in my dark nights, A good afternoon in the bad days, The best mom as always... The rest can't fit in this page, You don't get tired with age. None won't be as real as you,
The onyx of my eye confesses on this page:soft and torn with a leaking edge,My breath sinks into creamy lines:a fusion of cursive, print,and shallows of wine,My lashes accumulate dust
A friend once told me To wake up early And look up to the sky. The golden sun would light up The purple winds. Revealing the hidden creatures above,
I see them, my parents The effort they put into everything, working hard. Working hard for me They endured hardships that I could not imagine Without them, I would be nothing.
We all know how it goes 'Once upon a time' to 'happily ever after' The same words, the same stories, the same messages spread: 'Some day your prince will come' 'Believe in magic' 'Follow your dreams'
Standing at attention Our eyes filled with pride Air filled with suspension Drum majors salute side by side.  The first step, all as one
I see the person in the mirror each morning and cast them aside, Because every day I shed the skin of yesterday to become amplified.
Yeah, let it be they say But nah, what’s the point of it? When life isn’t rife with objectives   You got to hand it to them, what’s life without discipline?
I am curious and hardworking. I wonder if people see me the same as I see myself. I hear the voices of my peers. I want to help others. I am curious and hardworking.  
Meghan was a single mother of two She worked until her fingers were red and blue Her poor children would always whine and whine One day she decided that would be the last time they whined
To see the Sky. That's my prize.
I ball hard I swear. I mean to ball everywhere.From B-Ball to football, balling is why I care.
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