Dots of color switching sidesMany cubes on cubes resideSpinning round a central pointCorners of a swivel jointStain-glass window kind of gamePlastic test…
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For Amaira Endless questions, she hurls my way, In mimicry, she loves to play. She claims to have a personality of her…
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In the shadows of despair, I sail, Through a never-ending storm, I wail. Constant sadness, a relentless tide, Wearing me down, where…
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Poem – Grown Up By: Corra Maddox When you get that new toy You will be grown up When you make that…
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wide brown eyes, black hair even my name is like yours Zhixin and ZhuZhu Our mothers are influential women in…
