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What would she have done? If that teacher had had a gun when her student pulled one from his desk, the question is, what would
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My Personal Poultry Apocalypse Seems most of our hens were dropping dead in pen 3A through out that year. We’d carry their bodies out
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Pennypack Park Our promise to keep, we make by he old creek As the waters dance on toward tomorrow We kiss on the bank,
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Rotary Phone The seasickness motion is like that of carnival teacups. With each slither of a number, I am closer to accomplishment. Each hole is
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The Tunnel We met under the veil of night Her skin was like alabaster Clean, pure, and white. All she once owned was stolen
