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My choice.It’s a beautiful fall day, a crisp late afternoon with the smells of winter beckoning and promising nightfall all too soon. I’m walking home with you, a smiling and happy facade; keeping you completely unaware of the turmoil squirming and screaming in my mind. I half listen as you animatedly fill me in on what I missed last week on our favorite trashy teen drama. I know that I can’t come with you to your house. I know that if I go in the last two weeks won’t have mattered, but I can’t stop. I turn with you towards your street without any hesitation. You ask me again about the surpriMy choice.
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Tamed HeathenYou rip me out of my home. Take away my world. Call me an ignorant heathen. Press a bible to my hand, And cut away my heritage. Cast aside, like the offal From a discarded carcass. Throw out the bits You find unpleasant. Show off your tamed Injun. Your proper school girl. I can still dream. Of open grass, and peace. Of freedom to believe Whatever I choose.Tamed Heathen
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Cricket's MemoryLaying in her bunk Cricket looked at the ceiling, wondering when the morning trumpets would blare, ruining the peaceful serenity of the early wilderness air. The smell of dead campfires from the previous night permeated through the mustard yellow canvas tent flaps, reminding her of the previous night’s talent contest, and how she and Rosa lost to those stupid boys from Tent J. Who cares that they nearly perfectly reenacted the Beatles “Help”, it was nothing compared to the dance routine she and Rosa painstakingly created and persuaded the rest of their tent to perform with them. Rosa did amazingly, such gracefCricket's Memory
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Half TomorrowHalf gone Half here Half pain Half Sorrow Half tomorrow That’s when I see you again Hardly a hummingbirds wind we’ve been apart Yet it feels as if I have lost you There is a hole in my chest that you fill There is a place in my heart named you Right now it’s empty and barren I think of sleeping tonight In our bed Alone Half gone Half here Half pain Half Sorrow Half tomorrowHalf Tomorrow
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God is a RhythmGod is a rhythm He can't be owned There are times And these times can't be ownedGod is a Rhythm
The times are defined By new discoveries New artistry New atrocity New insecurity And new beings Introduced to a new world That only exists for them And they interpret it As best they can And they take As much as they can hold And the things they accomplish They claim as their own
But they are really just tools of their time With no knowledge of what path to choose So they listen for any clues And peer pressure Good adv
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