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In Soviet Russia yellow brick road follows you!
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There’s nothing better than being cool and having a lot of friends…except being uncool and having one real friend.
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Poems

Below are some poems that I wrote for my class.  Let me know what you think!

Arrogance
By: Lily Dwoskin

It is midday at the zoo, cool but bright.
The leaves have crumpled into a deep brown
and I take in the crisp scent of autumn air.

I drag my eyes along the busy horizon.
Almost unnoticed among the hustle and bustle
of people and animals behaving so similarly,
is a peacock

A glorious peacock, eyed feathers and all
He is perched dangerously on the fence of the lion’s den
He flounces his feathers, showing off his many colors,
bobbing his head and seeming to say “what a gem I am”

The lion shakes his golden mane…
and narrows his amber eyes…
He licks his lips…
and moves a bit closer…

I guess that’s what arrogance can bring you

A Pearl
By: Lily Dwoskin

On the velvet bottom of a jewelry box,
    In the bedroom of a little girl who’s not so little anymore
        was a pearl.
            A single pearl broken off from a long string of pearls,
                Creamy and round and covered in dust.
            A young woman entered the room with the box,
                The box with the pearl,
            And she breathed in her childhood and opened the box
                and spotted the pearl,
                    she picked up the pearl
                And shut the box.  A smile and a flick of the wrist.
And now the pearl,
    broken off from a long string of pearls
        Creamy and round and covered in dust.

            was in a can filled with childhood dreams

A Year in Passing
By: Lily Dwoskin

Heavy dew drips slow
Fat bud releasing it’s load
Feeds the lonely dirt

Light winks through the trees
Shady illusion teasing
Water’s teasing too

fallen leaves floating
river of gutter water
worm stench taints the air

Trees trapped death’s wet grip
Icy death is beautiful
The window is my fortress

A heart is not judged by how much you love, but by how much you are loved by others.” —The Wizard of Oz (1939)
Me in the dead sea with my Sudoku book!

Me in the dead sea with my Sudoku book!