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By spongetoast19 BRONZE
Edison, New Jersey

The streets of London are cold at night I have soggy socks from deciding not to wear rainboots. My raincoat reminds me of the man from Curious George. If I had money for a taxi,...
spongetoast19 BRONZE, Edison, New Jersey
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By Melissa Miller BRONZE
Fayetteville, Georgia
Melissa Miller BRONZE, Fayetteville, Georgia
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By jakeyboy1993 SILVER
Ashland, Kentucky
jakeyboy1993 SILVER, Ashland, Kentucky
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When the power of love overcomes the love of power the world will finally know peace- James "jimi" hendrix.

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By DJ Kennedy BRONZE
Loveland, Colorado
DJ Kennedy BRONZE, Loveland, Colorado
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By Cindy Depenbrock BRONZE
Cincinnati, Ohio
Cindy Depenbrock BRONZE, Cincinnati, Ohio
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Sarah-Katie Prielipp BRONZE, Ann Arbor, Michigan
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By JESSiCALOVE BRONZE
North Charleston, South Carolina
JESSiCALOVE BRONZE, North Charleston, South Carolina
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By Rachel617 SILVER
Framingham, Massachusetts
Rachel617 SILVER, Framingham, Massachusetts
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&quot;The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow Roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars, and in the middle, you see the blue center-light pop, and everybody goes ahh...&quot;<br /> &mdash;Jack Kerouac, On the Road

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By Rachel617 SILVER
Framingham, Massachusetts
Rachel617 SILVER, Framingham, Massachusetts
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Favorite Quote:
&quot;The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow Roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars, and in the middle, you see the blue center-light pop, and everybody goes ahh...&quot;<br /> &mdash;Jack Kerouac, On the Road

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