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A few days ago, in Launguage Arts, we had to make our own version of a poem. Can't remember what the name was. Something about machine watching over us or something. I wanted to share what I wrote.

“I like to think….”
Of the day when
Dad won’t ever again
Be deployed
(The sooner the better!)

“I like to think….”
Of a place where
Everyone gets along

“I like to think….”
When school food
Is better and
Teacher’s get higher salaries

“I like to think….”
Of the day when
Everyone cares and
Nobody lies… Continue

I must say this is a total burn to a couple of guys but hilarious. It's so totally going to keep you giggling. And try doing it without your mom hearing you so you don't get in trouble! I should be asleep but I'm sharing this with the world! Well those who read this anyway but still..... XD

http://new.music.yahoo.com/blogs/vivanashvegas/3662/taylor-swift-does-saturday-night/

Sorry guys but my dad cleaned off my computer and now my story isn't here. It's going to take me awhile to copy and paste everything from here into a document. *sigh* Another chaoter isn't going up for a long time, let me tell you. Sorry! ;;

Chapter Forty-One

A phone was ringing. I looked around and saw the troll on guard-duty pull out a cellular phone. He started talking, was cut short, paused, and handed me the phone through the bars of my cell. He looked as puzzled and confused as I felt. I took the phone form him and pressed it to my ear.
“Hello?”, I asked.
“I can't believe this!”, James yelled. Of course it was James.
“What's wrong?”, I asked. If he was going to rant and rave, I may as well know what he's complaining about now… Continue

Chapter Forty-One

A phone was ringing. I looked around and saw the troll on guard-duty pull out a cellular phone. He started talking, was cut short, paused, and handed me the phone through the bars of my cell. He looked as puzzled and confused as I felt. I took the phone form him and pressed it to my ear.
“Hello?”, I asked.
“I can't believe this!”, James yelled. Of course it was James.
“What's wrong?”, I asked. If he was going to rant and rave, I may as well know what he's complaining about now… Continue