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The rain has come again, to grace sidewalks and streets and silicone handles on blue and green umbrellas, Oh! How the rain has come again.
Rain will bring some good we hope After what this heat has caused Arid burning floors and walls Hygroscopic skin and clothes Heated heads, building malaise Parchéd tongues and spiculed throats
With humbled hearts, Our Father, we come to you this day, Expressing heartfelt gratitude for blessings sent our way * We ask you to forgive us for thoughtless word and deed:
I would not Stop For Freedom. But it proudly fought for me. Through the fields of foreign lands, And across the raging seas. In the valley of uncharted territory. Or the land just beneath our feet.
Dear girl, Why are you living like tomorrow won't come? Why are you running from what's already here? Like you're running out of time
Monsieur, do come to life and rise to say: Thou, maiden, art the muse in brand new day. If powers were to bring thee back to life, Have words to me address, and be thy wife;
Long live my Father Who is the wisdom in life's eye Who upon his shoulders rest Who is never willing to die Long live my Father Who upon a chariot was born
The memories that we make, I hold dear to me. They are stories, I like to believe That I will read when I ache for normality. They are tales of my home, A place that is filled with heart-warming smiles
I hate that feeling when I open my eyes, I hold my breath in dread,
I am so thankful Life, friends, love, I am myself. I wouldn't I be?
According to the Food and Drug Administration, caffeine is a highly addictive substance You may not see it that way because its effects lurk in our coffee cups
freshman year of college, i find a cockroach hiding behind a picture on my desk. it scuttles away before i can reach for the roach spray. after that, i see it every day - i walk into my room and
Once again My heart has beaten into a fresh puddle of dawn The sun has licked my eyes awake Chance sits on the other side of my front door. Outside, the grass waits for my toes
Thanksgiving Day I slip in and out of dreams. I drift into darkness, lightness, and finally into the crisp glow of daylight.
From the beginning of my existence You were there With every obstacle and standstill You never left my side Even when I had no faith in myself
They say That two is company, and three's a crowd I don't quite feel the same. No matter the amount, good friends are priceless, Whether wild or tame. My lifelines are my friends and family.
Please, Please, Please I’m dying. I have days, maybe weeks I’m dying I need to go, to need to see because I’m dying I need to act I need to be I’m dying
Little Things by Dillon D. Our selfish desires can blind us when they become our god. They make us forget all of our blessings. Be thankful of the little things. A roof over your head,
Thank God I'm alive. Four words that have taken too long To escape from these lips And still stumble out Like a drunk driver