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TeenInk How would you rearrange this old cliche? "You can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar" http://t.co/xTNZxcKYxK

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    Sparks flash in the pink night, A high-pitched scream in teary fright Thunder rumble, lightning clash, Turning trees to smoldering ash. Hear the thundering of the rain, Flying faster than a train. Pounding, tumbling, falling free, Beating, crying desperately. Oh Tempest, ripping thro...
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    Tripping, chirping, falling on the breeze, This music of mine escapes from me. The melody soothes and calms my soul, As back-breaking work takes its toll. As we slave away in the heat of the sun, And carry the loads that weigh a ton, The others around me join in my song. All of us wishing f...
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    Moon beams shining down, Shining bright and shining true, Up above the town, Always there in the sky blue. Blades of grass swishing, Crickets chirping quietly. Starry lights gleaming, Shadows dancing gracefully. Frogs croak in the night Underneath the full white moon. Oh how bright the lig...
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    I decided to be Goth when my life started falling apart. My parents divorced in the worst way, my cat died, my goldfish died, and my little brother ran away from home never to be found again. First were the black outfits. The original intent was grieving for the dead pets, but somehow it became my w...
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    without Him – pain loneliness depression fear of being consumed by evil giving up on life - falling to He** – a sinner with Him – joy awestruck loved forgiven of all sins living solely for Jesus - our saviour – a child of God...
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    Tripping, chirping, falling on the breeze, This music of mine escapes from me. The melody soothes, and calms my soul, As back breaking work, takes its toll. As we slave away in the heat of the sun, And carry the loads that weigh a ton. The others around me join in my song, All wishing for a...

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