Volume 1, Edition 11
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Contributors: Anna Allen Bertina Allison Johnny David Joy Teej Gizelle Cherie Elizabeth |
Running in circles Always running. Can’t stop. When
will I catch a break? Fierce boatman moving Mournful silver baskets shines Cunningly, they’re carved Fly into the black Can you find another Earth? The cosmos is vast The feisty dog barks So I feed him some popcorn Then he smiles and begs Moves in ways useen Through numbers, taste, sound of soul Glory found; revealed |
Cheese, flour, fruit, oil Parmesean
blueberry scones Ha! Booyah
Wolfgang. Sushi is the bomb! Half off Sundays & Mondays Food poisoning sucks! “Help! I am drowning!” Papa said while snorkeling, He’s wearing floaters. Haleakala Is a mountain in Maui It beats Everest I dropped my snow cone Dad yelled at me too harshly Tears sprung from my eyes |
Feel like butterfly Yet an anchor still holds me Time to release doubt You get some water We have to water the plants This soil is dry |
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