Cobwebs and ghosts Yellow light from the lamposts Biting wind carrying smells Of candy and spells It feels like suspense Let the…
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Bounteous country wind that brushes my skin Oh to which leaves my hair desperately askew Let the seasons retreat and build again…
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In my deepest despair and my deepest sorrows, I still look for another tomorrow Some days are full of thrills and others…
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different shoulders “ladies, make sure to cover up” “oh, her dress was so short” “she was asking for it” “distracting me” …
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I am a cake that is sliced down the middle Unfortunately, I have no clue who ate the middle slice I am…
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Preface: On the second day of school, my AP English Literature and Composition class analyzed a poem by Clint Smith titled “Something…