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How to SwimA Story by DarlingDarjeelingvery informative lesson on swimming! |
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Clear waterA Poem by Forever14OldThousands of miles of water,Shiny clear water,Shiny blue water,As it swallows you whole,It drowns you into the quite blue water,Floating onthe water,T.. |
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IN HEAVEN, THERE AIN'T NO ROOT BEER, BUB!A Book by Jennifer WebsterA humor-filled look at what I think of the things of my life... |
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Splash!A Poem by Matt DeckerIt's a good time for splashing. |
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QuicksandA Poem by TamikaI’m swimming in an ocean,But the water is quicksand.I thought I came prepared,I thought I could swim.But I’m sinking in this sand,And chok.. |
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Fish and chip shop manA Story by CrayfishWater gushes into my nostrils, burns up through my nose and to my sinuses. The stinging makes my eyes stream and I gasp as you lurch me out from und.. |
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Tagore translation "The Seashore Gathering"A Poem by Michael R. BurchThe Seashore Gatheringby Rabindranath Tagoreloose translation by Michael R. BurchOn the seashores of endless worlds, earth's children converge.The inf.. |
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Painters tapeA Poem by melThis old apartment |
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Swimming Our Way HomeA Poem by Alfred KukitzBreath Stroke Home |
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Welcome To SwampwoodA Story by Lizzie ElisabethA piece from the book I'm hoping to get published. This is the first "chapter" and I'm posting it to see if it hooks anyone or is interesting enough t.. |
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Come Back to EarthA Story by Mr. CMac said “My Regrets look like text I shouldn’t send.” It’s funny. When I first heard that song, I didn’t like that lin.. |
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HUMIDITYA Story by R J FullerHow humid is it outside? Excruciatingly? How humid can it get? How humid can it be? |
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FAQs about building your own deckingA Story by Brown LockLandscaping Companies in UAE have got the most frequently asked questions about decking to check out with you today, and very helpful answers from rea.. |
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The Allure of the SeaA Poem by LeighEveryday I go into the seaI can’t help it, it's calling meWinking its eyewith glistening lightI find I’m racing for the shore every nightU.. |
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The Summer I HopedA Poem by shaeleighAs we die, are we not to look back at childhood ever so fondly? |
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