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Post by Queen Shannykins on Nov 4, 2006 16:37:11 GMT -5
A/N: ...Language Arts assignment... bloop... Where I’m From
I am from small suburbs From warm summer nights and frozen winter days I am from a black cat sunbathing in the window I am from charcoal drawings, black and smudged They always turn out better than I think they will
I am from Christmas day, family all ‘round I am from fights with my brother, you’ll never hear a louder sound From the basement to the quiet living room, From the quietness of graveyards, lighted by the moon
Ohio evenings cold Stories can be told Of past of long ago Some funny Some mean Some somewhere in-between To each of us it’s kind of different A family of chaos and love Friends that laugh and playfully shove Memories of the past Both far and near Each and every one of us Holds them dear
(Based off the poem “Where I’m From” by George Ella Lyon)
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