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Autumn
When I step out the door, I feel the crisp breeze brushing against my face
I see the leaf's falling from the trees
Watching them turn green, yellow, orange, and red
That's when I know its Autumn
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The beauty of life
We all live different lives
We all feel different feelings
"What's wrong with being different?"
That is the question I ask myself every day
Yet I still don't know the answer
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Loves
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fighter
I've never been much of a fighter.
I take hits like glass takes baseballs
like fire takes to rain.
Glass breaks and fire goes out.
I've never been much of a fighter.
A retaliator, resister
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Not Quite What I Imagined
I always dreamed that my life would be like it is in books.
Little did I know that would later come true.
It’s not quite what I imagined, though. -
My True Home, Vermont
Being a Vermonter is spending six months of the year wearing a jacket.
Being a Vermonter is running outside in nothing but leggings and a sweater, thinking it’s springtime when it hits 47 degrees.
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Shattering
Sitting in uncomfortable silence,
We wait for our problem to be solved.
Changing my habits, I hope and hope.
We have been given so much,
And we have taken so greedily.
Caring is beyond so many, it seems.
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MY RIGHTS
"You want your rights?"
"Come and get it," said the snake.
It was wrapped around a tree
in the confines of his tail,
a paper labeled "YOUR RIGHTS."
I stared up at the snake,
