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Friday, March 25, 2011
Blue
The sky is blue,
and so is the Blue Man's Group.
Teachers say water is blue,
but it is really transparent.
Blueberries are blue,
but blue really isn't a color,
it's light that appears to be blue.
My pencil is blue,
my ipod is blue.
One of the school colors is blue.
Blue's Clue's has a dog named Blue,
and it has a big pawprint that is a clue.
Pablo the penguin off the Backyardagins is blue,
and so is the COOKIE MONSTER!
Holly's milkcarton is blue,
and so is blueberry jam.
and so is the Blue Man's Group.
Teachers say water is blue,
but it is really transparent.
Blueberries are blue,
but blue really isn't a color,
it's light that appears to be blue.
My pencil is blue,
my ipod is blue.
One of the school colors is blue.
Blue's Clue's has a dog named Blue,
and it has a big pawprint that is a clue.
Pablo the penguin off the Backyardagins is blue,
and so is the COOKIE MONSTER!
Holly's milkcarton is blue,
and so is blueberry jam.
As A Child
As a little child
I liked making mud pies,
and eating playdough.
Sliding down
the slip and slide,
and wearing a cape,
pretending
that I was a superhero.
Casing butterflies
and building box castles,
hide and seek,
and board games.
Using fireflies
as flashlights,
and stirring the clouds
with our finger tips,
while holding our
imaginary friends,
blankets,
and stuffed animals
close.
never wanting to grow
up,
or grow
old.
I liked making mud pies,
and eating playdough.
Sliding down
the slip and slide,
and wearing a cape,
pretending
that I was a superhero.
Casing butterflies
and building box castles,
hide and seek,
and board games.
Using fireflies
as flashlights,
and stirring the clouds
with our finger tips,
while holding our
imaginary friends,
blankets,
and stuffed animals
close.
never wanting to grow
up,
or grow
old.
Friday, March 11, 2011
Sneek peek of Nija Pig on the Attack!
It was quiet on the farm for the rest of the night, not a farm animal was stiring, not even a barn mouse. Morning quickly came and the farmer went about his usual rutine. Cori rolled in the mud, and ate slop. Billy Goat went grazing in the fields, and fainting at the sightof any bug that passed his way. All until mid-afternoon, when Cori and Billy met by the pond. There Deviled Eggs was floating with one eye open, and Chick was pecking for worms in the dirt, behind the barn out of sight.
Cori and Billy walked out of sight from the pond, so Deviled Eggs wouldn't know what they were up to.
"You got the feed?" Cori asked.
"Right here." Billy Goat replied.
They walked behind the barn, and there was Chick, still pecking for worms, "Yum, nom nom nom! I love worms! I'm soooooo hungry!"
"Chick." Cori called over.
She jumped in surprise, "Ccchhheeeeeeeaaaaapp! What are you doing here?!"
Cori and Billy walked out of sight from the pond, so Deviled Eggs wouldn't know what they were up to.
"You got the feed?" Cori asked.
"Right here." Billy Goat replied.
They walked behind the barn, and there was Chick, still pecking for worms, "Yum, nom nom nom! I love worms! I'm soooooo hungry!"
"Chick." Cori called over.
She jumped in surprise, "Ccchhheeeeeeeaaaaapp! What are you doing here?!"
Murder Mystery
I puffed the smoke from my cigar into a heart, and I then smiled at myself for this accomplishment, as I started into the hallway. The police were already clearing people out of the locker room. I accidently bumped into a girl, and she dropped some stuff out of her bag when it hit the floor. I looked down, getting ready to asist her, but she quickly scrambled up an ipod, towel, water bottle, and a high heel. We both apoligized and went on our way.
"He's right back here, who ever it was got him good," the officer pulled back the yellow tape to let me in.
"Any wittnesses?" I asked as I threw down my cigar and put it out with my boot.
The officer picked up my cigar and threw it away, "No one has seen anything, but they did report of him screaming."
When we came to the body I looked at his face, "Multiple puncture wounds to the face with a pointed object."
"Yes, that's what the corner said." Replied the officer.
"Any clues to the murder weapon?" I examined the brusing.
"Yes, there was a high heel laying beside his body."
"Can I see it?" The officer brought over the shoe in a evidence bag as I said, "Huh, what about that," I smiled as I recalled bumping into the lady earlier.
"What is it?"
"I Belive I have jut found the murder suspect." I lit another cigar and exhaled, filling the room with smoke.
"He's right back here, who ever it was got him good," the officer pulled back the yellow tape to let me in.
"Any wittnesses?" I asked as I threw down my cigar and put it out with my boot.
The officer picked up my cigar and threw it away, "No one has seen anything, but they did report of him screaming."
When we came to the body I looked at his face, "Multiple puncture wounds to the face with a pointed object."
"Yes, that's what the corner said." Replied the officer.
"Any clues to the murder weapon?" I examined the brusing.
"Yes, there was a high heel laying beside his body."
"Can I see it?" The officer brought over the shoe in a evidence bag as I said, "Huh, what about that," I smiled as I recalled bumping into the lady earlier.
"What is it?"
"I Belive I have jut found the murder suspect." I lit another cigar and exhaled, filling the room with smoke.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Ninja Pig on the Attack!
Pig by day, and ninja by night, Cori Rose and her trusty side kick Billy Goat, find themselves in a battle to save the farm from Deviled Eggs master evil plan. While unleashing a mad cow onto the farm, the maddness spreads to the other barn animals, threatening their lives and the farmer and his family. In order to save them, Cori Rose has to unleash the PORK-CHOP and turn Deviled Eggs into a cooked goose. Will Cori Rose save the farm? Will the mad cow be turned to ground beef?
Pie
We all eat pie,
we all say hi.
Guys wear ties,
in math we use pie.
Clothes use dye,
is cheese cake pie?
We all ask why?
3.14 equals pie.
Dumb people get high,
and crave some pie.
Airplanes fly in the sky,
and people sigh
because they don't get to eat pie.
Kids like to catch butterflies,
and people lie
to get some pie.
Pirates say ay,
we read a book called Piggy Pie.
And someday we will die,
from eating too much pie.
we all say hi.
Guys wear ties,
in math we use pie.
Clothes use dye,
is cheese cake pie?
We all ask why?
3.14 equals pie.
Dumb people get high,
and crave some pie.
Airplanes fly in the sky,
and people sigh
because they don't get to eat pie.
Kids like to catch butterflies,
and people lie
to get some pie.
Pirates say ay,
we read a book called Piggy Pie.
And someday we will die,
from eating too much pie.
The Worst Imaginable
Take a deep breathe,
try to hold it together.
Someone will be there
to listen,
to shelter
you from the bad weather.
You don't ever
have to be alone,
even when you feel
like no one else
will understand.
Even through the worst imaginable,
someone will be there
to hold your hand.
Take a deep breath,
try to hold it together.
Someone will be there
for you.
try to hold it together.
Someone will be there
to listen,
to shelter
you from the bad weather.
You don't ever
have to be alone,
even when you feel
like no one else
will understand.
Even through the worst imaginable,
someone will be there
to hold your hand.
Take a deep breath,
try to hold it together.
Someone will be there
for you.
No Turnig Back Now
He stood there on the brink, contemplating on wether or not to jump. He looked down with his reflection staring right back at him, his life flashing before his eyes. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, for he couldn't take it any more.
He stretched out his arms wide like a bird, feeling free, and said a little prayer. And without giving himself time to rethink it, he jumped.
The man wrapped his arms around his legs and yelled, "CANNONBALL!"
He stretched out his arms wide like a bird, feeling free, and said a little prayer. And without giving himself time to rethink it, he jumped.
The man wrapped his arms around his legs and yelled, "CANNONBALL!"
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