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Zeppelin Zip zap Zeppelin Chug chug chug Cross the channel Chip chop Bombs drop.
I went down to the riverbank On that warm spring day, The jade frogs were splashing And scurrying away. The frogs' suits of green, Looked like the one you wore.
I remember when I was young, my mom held me in her hands and would sing me lullabies. She would stroke my hair and tell me she loved me. I would gently hold her hands and fall asleep in her arms.
#beginningline As the snow melted, I wept in awe, A horrible murder, I had just saw. The birds took a jab, He no longer looked new, My sister took his clothing, And his arms were ripped off too.
We sat by the pool, surprisingly cool. My mum was reading on her sunbed, My dad was swimming- every now and again you saw his head.
I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a cashier hand this little boy some money back. The boy couldn’t have been more than 5 or 6 years old.
Chapter Ten All Over Again " I should probably move out and never come back" Said Cher. "No you can't!" yelled Cristina. "But I'm causing problems for you and your sister Daniela.
He was a great boy yet his time ran out. He was happiness itself. A smile always on his face. He was a safari child. Always on the look out for dangerous animals. He never grew old of the world.
Soaring above the clouds, Adventuring in my made-up fantasies, Exploring the depths of my imagination. That's how I used to spend my days I was full of wonder, full of awe.
I took a walk, a morning fine The sky so blue, the sun so high And took a shortcut past a church A graveyard: rest for those who die I stopped and saw the rows of stones Some lopsided, some...
I was once loved by a little girl, She would pick me up and give me a twirl, I was her favourite teddy bear, She gave me tender love and care.
This might not be the best poem.
Always speeding, never stopping to see. This is the human race, but not me. Glance up to the sky and suspended in the air, You will see whispers of cold despair.
I woke with a sudden touch. It was my Mum, she told me to come downstairs. I walked into the living room. My sister was there,two nurses,my Mum and my Dad.
The remainding few had just left, following the grieving family back to their home. This left the boy by himself in the cemetary.
Chapter 2. A few years ago, when I was about 9, my parents took the decision to get divorced. Although my mother or father never talked to me about it, I wasn't ok with it.
We could see all of the children, their happy smiling faces. They were so brave, mother had huddled us togther before we left she told us "don't look behind, your future is right before your eyes.
They cut you open and you fall apart obediently, split in two, a red sash down your speckled white skin. You are an animal now, not a child; a frog or a cow's eye, dead and to be dissected.