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Hazel Brown Eyes

Peering out into the morning sun, wondering what the day ahead has installed for me. The morning air fresh and crisp against the wrinkles and folds in my skin. In the hazel brown depths of my eyes I can see anything, in the hazel brown depths in my eyes all the secrets lie that I have seen from dawn to dusk. My face is scorched, my eyes are red and stinging, in my hazel brown eyes I can see many things I would like to meet. Wondering when my eyes will rest, when the sun goes down, my body will too, my eyes will close and the secrets of the day will be hidden...

quite night

As quiet as a mouse, as still as the moon on a clear dark night. Just waiting day-in and day-out, letting the sun dance over and over again on its gorgeous green leaves. Growing an inch in size, silently reaching towards the sky. Letting its roots fall through the earth, not stopping at anything in its path. Making not a single noise even though its doing so much. stationed in the same spot, harmless to everyone who looks down upon the lush shades of greens, unable to make a sound.

The magic spoon

One dark sunny day, a bird with a magic spoon was flying over a sleeping cat cuddling a turtle. His magic spoon was still new and he had not tried it out yet. He had a great idea. He would try it out on the turtle. He didn’t no what he was doing and accidently turned the turtle into a mushroom. He was amazed at what he had done and tried turning the mushroom back into a turtle but, his magic spoon was playing up again and turned the mushroom into a tree in the middle of a sandy beach. The turtle was never seen again and that old tree still stands in that very same place today.

Chicken-Licken

Once upon a time, chicken licken the hen, Knawed at the lock of her small and cramped pen. She was sick and tired of her little chick, Messing around, and making her sick. She was going to do a runner, hoping to make life a little funner. So off she went, head up high, fluffing her feathers, bum in the sky.

Up a head the sun had set, She carefully dodged the farmers net. She clambered through the hole in the fence, life was already feeling less tense. On she ran into the night, through ponds and rivers, This didnt feel right. she pictured her little chick asleep in bed, She longed for his feathers about to turn red.

But she knew she had to run, she had to have some fun. Chicken Licken the hen wanted to be a friend, but first of all, she had to see, the wonderfull world of Mlla Mc Me.

When she arived she was full of supprise, The city of Milla Mc Me wasnt so flash, as she thought it would be.

It was down right dirty, full of kurdys. Chicken Licken the hen, wished for her pen Off she sped back to her bed In which her chick lay Cuddled up in the hay She reached her home Back in rome

Her and her little chick, ben Were perfectly happy in thier small and cramped pen.

Friends Till the end !

With cuddes from a friend, the heart is able to mend. Know matter what shape or size, The cow can fix all those lies. With a simple chat, the cows head was on her lap.

Friends are for life. they will not fight, even when she is under the knife.

I Sat alone,thinking Alone with my thoughts, Alone in my dreams, Alone in the night, Alone with my screams.