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#214171voted by our readers
By Rachel Kodie BRONZE
Comstock Park, Michigan

I Know Now I often wonder what life would be like if you were still around. Still there to hold my hand when I walk. Still there to pick me up when I fall down. Still there...
Rachel Kodie BRONZE, Comstock Park, Michigan
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#214172 Poetry
By prominte SILVER
Brooklyn, New York
prominte SILVER, Brooklyn, New York
8 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#214173 Poetry
ForeverFaith PLATINUM, Dansville, New York
20 articles 6 photos 9 comments

Favorite Quote:
"so this is how liberty dies, with a thunderous applause" -unknown

#214174 Poetry
andrea19 BRONZE, Waterford, Michigan
4 articles 1 photo 0 comments
#214175 Poetry
By Allons-ypoet GOLD
Medford, New Jersey
Allons-ypoet GOLD, Medford, New Jersey
10 articles 0 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Tell me the story about how the sun loved the moon so much, he died every night to let her breathe...&quot; -Unknown author<br /> &quot;Sad is happy for deep people...&quot; -Sally Sparrow of Dr.Who

#214176 Poetry
By Anonymous
#214177 Poetry
By crazychick78 PLATINUM
Streetsboro, Ohio
crazychick78 PLATINUM, Streetsboro, Ohio
34 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;30 years from now, it won&#039;t matter what shoes you wore, how your hair looked, or the jeans you bought. What will matter is what you learned and how you used it.&quot;

#214178 Poetry
By Bajesus BRONZE
Indianapolis, Indiana
Bajesus BRONZE, Indianapolis, Indiana
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
#214179 Poetry
By BreatheTonight_2011 GOLD
El Centro, California
BreatheTonight_2011 GOLD, El Centro, California
14 articles 0 photos 11 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Do something worth remembering.&quot;

No_Day_But_Today BRONZE, Batavia, New York
1 article 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
Love is a word that is constantly heard, -Hate is a word that is not. -Love, I am told, is more precious than gold. -Love, I have read, is hot. -But Hate is the verb that to me is superb, -And Love but a drug on the mart. -Any kiddie in school can Love like a fool, -But Hating, my boy, is an Art.<br /> Now I lay me down to study, -I pray the Lord I won&#039;t go nutty. -If I should fail to learn this junk, -I pray the Lord I will not flunk. -But if I do, don&#039;t pitty me at all, -Just lay my bones in the dorm hall. -Tell my prof I did my best, -Then pile my books upon my chest. -Now I lay me down to rest, -And pray I&#039;ll pass tomorrow&#039;s test. -If I should die before I wake, -That&#039;s one less test I&#039;ll have to take!