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Blowing in the wind Uphigh on top of a hill Blowing in the wind

Winter is a beautiful time of year, Little children cannot wait for the chubby, jolly old fellow to come and leave gifts under a brightly colored t..

Snow, Snow, Snow! It needs to snow! It needs to snow! O' How it needs to snow! The temperature needs to become low, so it will snow all day! It ..

Once on a dark and stormy night, there was a young couple. (The boy's name was John and the girl's name was Jane.) They were walking in the rain an..

It looks like rain but then it doesn't maybe I'm going insane this isn't fair no it isn't so I must be sane

When we are young we want to be old When we are old we want to be young Why do we not ever want to be the age that we are With age comes wisdo..

Death such an interesting topic. Perhaps I thought of it to much....maybe thats why i'm the living dead, right now? I'm not really alive and yet i'..

Love We fall in and out of it so quick that we don't know whats what! Is it real love or is it not? We think when we fall wewill be caught, but..