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ALL IN A RED APPLE
On a schoolhouse slate with written letters
Mary Jane shoes and lunch pails real moments
In her mind’s eye there is someone beneath a red cap who is wearing a windbreaker
jacket with a stopwatch and wearing a scarf a traveler and who married a poet for more of
a novel. Traveling through lives a sale man that sold himself in many people’s memories
Her story is a waiting to happen by the buyers.
The student won’t have to worry about going to the dean because she will not be in
school. In fantasy story telling will go to a Hollywood premier, she’ll see that few front
seats are reserved and worry then, but the desires urge in the present is to write it running
away from the grief in last day of school good-byes, Hand palms over her ears her eyelids
squeezed tightly shut the last day of class not coming to day.
She never did find out what was his favorite color? She wraps and seals finales, she
tries to keep her head up and eyes dry. The good-bye funerals keeping her awake at
night and skipping naps
STUDENT
Where has the daydreams gone? Never will see each other again.
She getting gifts at the mall to deliver there is some to eternity there in minutes lengths.
I love you spoken freely giving a lot of friendship is not Einstein’s ways and not the
smartest Sigmund Freud, but in the ends the core of a heart in travelers buyer’s bags
If you going to be yourself be all in every minute the memories is yours to own
STUDENT
It is better to have than never…I didn’t have to but I wanted too
A student forever in textbooks lessons first the excitement coming from the heart freely
unmarked by the world but in a tiny scent in the air one recalls the rules not about
teacher, wife and the class. Well that about covers the world.
Spent the weeks on a make believe story about sweater fits and for a twist it little about
the author’s and here from beginning, middle to end I did not have cows in my opinion
brave is without efforts. A sureness being myself an in freedom nothing restrains and
gives me less trust something not worn out.
But these schools lessens on shoulders the don’ts and boundary lines
Someone feeling violated, trespassed
Why is it the world has difficulties to read everything what is the fears? People and I are
just two different shoes on one persona. What cookies to serve company I guess the
defining the word: a p p r o p r i a t e
From Walt Disney world to the television news child to adult and sometimes some people
can’t make the transition completely without breaking nature’s forms
Who is God man or life?
Slapped a harness around necks, eat like the rest of the mules it’s not forever just until
you are running free again outside this shoe too tight and shoe laces tied tighter on the
feet. It’s no wonder time goes dull after awhile people don’t play, love freely act in their
fullest ability this being a springtime to not to forget to get in costumes down play be
every mortal under the sun. Since the school term will finale and be closet memory I wish
to write the last tale last word
My life living experiences are not high number it is clear no fear outside in the air truth
sets you free get free is a driving place we all wish to attend I just happen to do little
more in places others pull back I guess because the experiences were not kind so this way
of living is not the rule
You can make things private without shielding it in isolation by simply go out with it in
confident experiences are not own by one go through it is human nature to know a flip
side the experience is not kind so then habiting is easy to separate out personal lives with
everyone. We judge and choose the cookies sometimes we take too much time and lose
the experience because we feared too much unknowing
Send each other to the dean we too tired to be outside. It’s usually the too old to be alive
ones. Those a breath away from retiring, longing to step out of society
In this story does a teacher come around to facts harm was not intense things going good
in fools gold the student broken in beaten to death if the teacher’s ways were all so above
then why is the teacher leaving for a year? It will be retirement time maybe luck will
teach teachers their lessons unlearned it was to be out there as you not the ways of the
world you would have gone longer, had much more if you chose different
But I guess the students out of structures forms are the battles ships war games
Miss and hit games you looking for something or the time comes you are finish here and
some put up fights grasp the steering wheels and blow the ships horn too much for
nothing. At the time it’s a lessen with a worth but in the end it’s just time not harness
someone had to do with empty coffee cup people trying to smile and move away play
friends for forgiveness it’s another game the senior moment forgets so I guess the
schoolhouse text lessens are understood learned to portray the mirrors reflection. Act a
certain way and follow rules copycat Simon says stand up, sit down who sits when Simon
did not say sit down a small slap in head in the games.
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