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#198591voted by our readers
By Katie Durre BRONZE
Springfield, Illinois

A dog is like a class in a grade, but a piece of your heart, instead, a friend for ups and downs, a friend for good and bad. A dog is a friend forever, who is made just fo...
Katie Durre BRONZE, Springfield, Illinois
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments

#198592 Poetry
By MangaArtist BRONZE
Espanola, New Mexico
MangaArtist BRONZE, Espanola, New Mexico
3 articles 0 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
"All you need is ignorance and confidence and the success is sure." ~ Mark Twain.

#198593 Poetry
By Ice_Queen PLATINUM
Peoria, Arizona
Ice_Queen PLATINUM, Peoria, Arizona
49 articles 7 photos 13 comments

Favorite Quote:
Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.<br /> -Emily Dickinson

#198594 Poetry
By ignorance_is_bliss PLATINUM
Memphis, Tennessee
ignorance_is_bliss PLATINUM, Memphis, Tennessee
27 articles 0 photos 45 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;This is what it is, this is who I am<br /> This is where I finally take my stand<br /> I didn&#039;t wanna fall but I about to crawl<br /> I met the one with two scarred hands&quot;<br /> <br /> -Newsboys, Born Again

#198595 Poetry
By Anonymous
#198596 Poetry
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#198597 Poetry
By melodeess GOLD
Edison, New Jersey
melodeess GOLD, Edison, New Jersey
18 articles 0 photos 50 comments
#198598 Poetry
By jennybear16 SILVER
Gibraltar Road, Michigan
jennybear16 SILVER, Gibraltar Road, Michigan
6 articles 42 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
Blind eyes can look at me and see the truth<br /> Remember when getting high meant swinging on a swing at the playground, and the worse thing you could get from boys was the cooties. Mom was your hero, your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were who ran the fastest, war was a card game and the only drug you knew was cough medicine. The only thing you would ever smoke were the tires on your bike. The only thing that hurt was the skinned knee, and the only things that could break were your toys. Life was simple and care free, and yet all we would think about was GROWING UP

#198599 Poetry
By IceStorm BRONZE
Wilsons, Virginia
IceStorm BRONZE, Wilsons, Virginia
3 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#198600 Poetry
By Anonymous