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#390631voted by our readers
By dcgfootball BRONZE
Dallas Center, Iowa

you walk in a gym you hear the thump thump thump of basketballs hitting the wooden floor of the court the wisle blows "two shots" every body gets quiet thumo thum...
dcgfootball BRONZE, Dallas Center, Iowa
1 article 0 photos 0 comments

#390632 Poetry
By Queen25 PLATINUM
San Antonio, Texas
Queen25 PLATINUM, San Antonio, Texas
23 articles 0 photos 3 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Look up and smile because there is always tomorrow."

#390633 Poetry
By LivyNewhall DIAMOND
Palm Coast, Florida
LivyNewhall DIAMOND, Palm Coast, Florida
69 articles 15 photos 5 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Be the change that you want to see in the world" - Mahatma Gandhi

#390634 Poetry
By America Resendiz BRONZE
Arlington, Texas
America Resendiz BRONZE, Arlington, Texas
4 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#390635 Poetry
By gremlin BRONZE
Auburn, New York
gremlin BRONZE, Auburn, New York
4 articles 0 photos 33 comments

Favorite Quote:
Blood makes you related, Loyalty makes you family

#390636 Poetry
By Carlyn LeGrange BRONZE
Destrehan, Louisiana
Carlyn LeGrange BRONZE, Destrehan, Louisiana
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#390637 Poetry
Jon.W PLATINUM, Dallas, Texas
26 articles 0 photos 3 comments

Favorite Quote:
"What are men but ghost in empty shells if they do not follow their hearts and ambitions."

#390638 Poetry
By Kimbies BRONZE
Mount Holly, North Carolina
Kimbies BRONZE, Mount Holly, North Carolina
1 article 1 photo 0 comments
#390639 Poetry
By SaraLynn GOLD
Peoria, Arizona
SaraLynn GOLD, Peoria, Arizona
10 articles 0 photos 3 comments
billlover420 GOLD, Justin, Texas
12 articles 0 photos 70 comments

Favorite Quote:
Boy, when you're dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery.  People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody. ~J.D. Salinger,The Catcher in the Rye,