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  1. Ordinary People by Judith Guest

    Hey guys! I was wondering if any of you have read Ordinary People by Judith Guest and what your opinion of it is. (I had a pretty bad experience with it and wanted to know how others responed to it. My teacher is crazy about the book and it makes me want to vomit.) Thanks, Hydralio
  2. The Autumn Oak

    The Oak tree in autumn A tall mother with many sons Swaying gently in the breeze She drops her children without a care, Hitting their heads on the cold hard ground. The mother starts turning red, A final notion before death. Her children watch from the cold hard ground Wondering why she dropped them. The wind howls like a dog gone mad, Waiting for the cold-hearted snow to emerge. The children follow in rampage seeking revenge On their absent mother. The mother slowly withers away Wishing her children would understand, When the wind scratches mother gets weary, She must lower her kids to the cold hard ground. The mother slowly closes her eyes, As her children are swept away by the gale, And the wind howls like a dog gone mad And air begins to shiver.
  3. Lies to the child

    You can promise kids anything. Toys, candy, or maybe their mom is going to live. You could tell them the sun was rolling around on the outside of the earth like a great big marble and it rests over Australia at night. They'll believe you, with innocent eyes, too pure and good to see through your lies. They don't know any better. Somehow, that makes it easier to lie.
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