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  The Fight

  

  By EpiceEmilie, Dearborn, MI

  I neither know nor care what happened on the bus, and yet I know one thing: it caused quite undue fuss. There's never cause for violence when it will cause a frown, as we'll know, starting hence, its results are profound. A calm adult to mediate a grim conversation, and all of ...
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  Summer Weather

  

  By EpiceEmilie, Dearborn, MI

  Summer heat is beating down on every tired person's brow. A balmy heat is known to all and it's too far to wish for fall. A breeze sweeps through and flutters leaves. The wind's as always eager to please. But thick, we heat is still too much so people call in all their luck. ...
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  My Life:

  

  By EpiceEmilie, Dearborn, MI

  I am pursued by those who think of me as one with no brain: another vapid teen. There's some truth to this lie, this I must admit, but some of what they think is a load of s***. I'm dramatic it's true, that I can't deny, but I don't just pretend that the world...
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  Mt. Washington

  

  By EpiceEmilie, Dearborn, MI

  Good authors are like beautiful trees, pummeled by wind and brought to their knees, blistering cold shutting them down; gold, tattered leaves a humble crown. But some writers live life covered up, unhindered, unchanged, as they start to grow up. These trees are abhorrent, perfection a bore, ...