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What is a True freind to me?


A true friend to me is someone who is truthfull to you someone who you can tell anything to. A true friend is who you can laugh and cry with hang out talk on the phone for hours sharing secrets and jokes.
A true friend to me is someone who is there for you when your down. A true friend is hard to find in this world but when you find a true freind that is the beginning of a great life.
That is what a true freind to me is.
by Jonathon Fowler

Me My nose is blue, my teeth are green, my face is like a soup tureen, I look just like a lima bean, I'm very very lovely, My feet are far to short, and long, my hands are left and right, and wrong, My voice is like a hippos song, i'm very very very very very very Lovely? By Karen Kuskin


Mother and Father
My father name is Frankenstein,
He come from the Barbados,
He's fashioned me from package twine
and instant mashed potatoes.

My Mothers name is Draculeen
She lets a big bat bite her,
and folks that stay here overnigh
wake up a few quarts lighter.
by X.J. Kennedy


Twins

In form and feature face and limb I grew so like my brother, that folks got taking me for him and each for one another, it puzzled all our kith and kin, it reached an awful pitch, for one of us was born a twin yet not a soul new which, one day (to make the matter worse) before our names were fixed, as we were being washed by nurse we got completely mixed, and thus you see by fates decree or rather nurses whim, my brother John got christened me and I got christened him.

This fatal likeness even dogged my footsteps when at school, for I was always getting flogged for John turned out a fool. I put this question helplessly to everyone I new 'what would you do if you were me to prove that you were you?'. Our close resemblance turned the tide of my domestic life, for somehow my intended bride became my brothers wife. In short year after year the same absurd mistake went on, and when I died the neighbors came and buried brother John!
by Henry S. Leigh

Little Man

As I was walking up the stair I met a man who wasn't there,
He wasn't there again today, I wish, I wish, he'd stay away!
by Hughes Mearns