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I look over at the waves

Soft breeze on my face

The sun dancing brightly

On the rocks below

I clench my fist tightly

I know I want to go

The wind whips my hair

I almost start to shiver

The tree on the mountan

Sprawling leaves like a fountain

So pleasant and green

Beckoning for me

To sit beside this tree

Home to bird and to bee

It’s old and gentle

Knots in its wood

Despite some recipes that require arms and a torso mine just requires the fuzzy feeling that appears when you’re around the people you love.

   First, be close to someone you love.

  My name is Noelle.  I come from a wealthy family living in Colorado.  His name is Jeremiah.  He moved with his family from New Mexico.  His family is quite poor.

Gentle blue turns deep like grey

Grey turns dark in a peaceful way

My hand reaches forward

I begin to grin

Gently down come the birds

Guiding their kin

My hand grows damp

My hair moistened now

I saw a chicken crossing the street

And said to myself

“That’s rather neat!”

So I asked him, why are you crossing here?

And he glared at me with a stare so real

Then he answered me appearing quite cross.