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#439901voted by our readers
By InkBlogger SILVER
Ruston, Louisiana

The shells exploded all around, The young man covered his head. "Get down!" he yelled to other boys Who dumbly staggered, shocked, instead. Yet still they stood in...
InkBlogger SILVER, Ruston, Louisiana
8 articles 0 photos 6 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Shall we always study to obtain more of these things, and not sometimes to be content with less?&quot; - Henry David Thoreau, Walden<br /> <br /> &quot;A man who dares to waste one hour of time has not discovered the value of life.&quot; - Charles Darwin


ravanheart BRONZE, Tenafly, New Jersey
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#439903 Poetry
By KurlzBasheld PLATINUM
Abermain, Other
KurlzBasheld PLATINUM, Abermain, Other
36 articles 0 photos 16 comments

Favorite Quote:
I like cheese.

#439904 Poetry
InuLover_95 BRONZE, Mena, Arkansas
4 articles 1 photo 7 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;When you look through a shattered window, it is not the world that is broken, only your perception of it.&quot;<br /> --Unknown

#439905 Poetry
By Sarah_Gil PLATINUM
Greenwell Springs, Louisiana
Sarah_Gil PLATINUM, Greenwell Springs, Louisiana
44 articles 1 photo 0 comments
#439906 Poetry
#439907 Poetry
By blackrosedying GOLD
Belton, South Carolina
blackrosedying GOLD, Belton, South Carolina
10 articles 0 photos 6 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;flowers tear and life ain&#039;t fair.&quot;

#439908 Poetry
By ColorOfRainbows BRONZE
Chula Vista, California
ColorOfRainbows BRONZE, Chula Vista, California
2 articles 1 photo 0 comments
#439909 Poetry
By sweetheart13 GOLD
Aberdeen, Other
sweetheart13 GOLD, Aberdeen, Other
11 articles 0 photos 21 comments

Favorite Quote:
it&#039;s not whats inside you it&#039;s what you do that defines you...<br /> True love doesn&#039;t have a Happy ending... True love doesn&#039;t have a ending...

#439910 Poetry
katiex2334 SILVER, McHenry, Illinois
6 articles 0 photos 5 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;The morning wind forever blows, the poem of creation is uninterrupted; but few are the ears that hear it.&quot;- Henry Thoreau