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#204191voted by our readers
By SavannahW. SILVER
Oshkosh, Wisconsin

When I was a child staircases seemed seven stories high. I looked down from the top of the stairs and took each step carefully. I would play on the hard, cold, concrete s...
SavannahW. SILVER, Oshkosh, Wisconsin
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#204193 Poetry
Riana Kelley BRONZE, Amherst, Ohio
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
#204194 Poetry
By TheGhostWriter SILVER
Denton, North Carolina
TheGhostWriter SILVER, Denton, North Carolina
6 articles 5 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
Never cruel nor cowardly. Never give up. Never give in. <br /> ~The Doctor

#204195 Poetry
By LaurenKenobi PLATINUM
Hartland, Wisconsin
LaurenKenobi PLATINUM, Hartland, Wisconsin
32 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
&quot;When a man cannot choose, he ceases to be a man.&quot; -Anthony Burgess<br /> &quot;We can destroy what we have written, but we cannot unwrite it.&quot; -Anthony Burgess

#204196 Poetry
By Atlhloarh BRONZE
Sacramento, California
Atlhloarh BRONZE, Sacramento, California
3 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#204197 Poetry
By Chase Arent GOLD
Foster City, California
Chase Arent GOLD, Foster City, California
12 articles 0 photos 5 comments
#204198 Poetry
By NickSKATES BRONZE
Carrollton, Texas
NickSKATES BRONZE, Carrollton, Texas
1 article 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;i don&#039;t care if you&#039;re black, white, straight, bisexual, gay, lesbian, short, tall, fat, skinny, rich or poor. If you&#039;re nice to me, I&#039;ll be nice to you. Simple as that.&quot;<br /> -Eminem &hearts;

#204199 Poetry
By Luke55 BRONZE
Fox Lake, Illinois
Luke55 BRONZE, Fox Lake, Illinois
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#204200 Poetry
By constellationkid SILVER
Atlanta, Georgia
constellationkid SILVER, Atlanta, Georgia
5 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
&ldquo;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.&rdquo;<br /> <br /> <br /> ― Jack Kerouac, On the Road