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little lamb,

little lamb.

Mary had a little lamb,

who's fleece was yellow as snow.

No, no, that's not right!

Mary had a little lamb,

little lamb,

little lamb.

Mary had a little lamb,

Who's fleece was white as wool.

NO, that can't be right!

Mary had a little lamb,

little lamb,

little lamb.

Mary had a little lamb,

who's fleece was black as coal.

I GIVE UP!

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Introduction

This isn't really a poem, I know, but it was suggested to me by a friend. I do plan to convert it to a poem eventually. So we'll see how well it goes.

Dear Fingernail,

I just wanted to say how much I appreciate you. I mean, you let me paint you and bite you. Sure, Ears 1 and 2 let me put holes in them, but that didn't cause them much pain. You let me repeatedly pick and prod you. Also, I wanted to say that I'm sorry for the time when I accidently cut you halfway off. I love you, my dear fingernail. Talk to you later.

Yours always,

Bookworm

Lightbulb lighting up

Happiness healing

Light Love Live Heat Happy Move

The sun is lovely.

Someday I might love you,

Someday I might kiss you,

Someday the sun may shine,

Someday this heart of mine

might have a happy day.

 What's the point in waiting?

 What's the point in crying?

 What's the point in losing?

 What's the point in pointing?

 Live and let live.

 Live free or die hard.

 Give me liberty or give me death.

 Give me freedom.

Anguish is knowing he's the wrong guy,

but still wanting him.

Depression is crying,

until I can't cry anymore.

Forlornness is losing my Grandpa,

to a heart attack.

Listlessness is when I hurt,

in a way that can't be healed.

Misery is never finding that person,

that you can talk to all night.

Heartbreak is losing the love of my life.

Dysphoria is losing my way.

Jubilation is a baby's laugh,

at just the right moment.

Beautitude is a child asking for help,

politely.

Blessedness is the perfect prom night,

with the perfect date.

Delectation is the most delicious grape,

you ever tasted.

Light-heartedness is an amazing sunrise.

Exhileration is an awesome God.