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#90941voted by our readers
By Marika Weisheipl BRONZE
Hayward, Wisconsin

I tuck a little trinket In my little pocket, Tucked way down here with nothing to fear. It's dark but by my side It has somewhere to hide. It's warm not cold It has room t...
Marika Weisheipl BRONZE, Hayward, Wisconsin
1 article 3 photos 0 comments

#90942 Poetry
By lovebegins PLATINUM
Las Vegas, Nevada
lovebegins PLATINUM, Las Vegas, Nevada
23 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
When life gives you lemons make iced tea because you make your own paths in life not fallowing behind others, true love never dies, don't give up on your dreams, if you shoot for the moon and miss don't worry because you'll land among the stars.

#90943 Poetry
By 14hipkri PLATINUM
Williamsport, Pennsylvania
14hipkri PLATINUM, Williamsport, Pennsylvania
22 articles 10 photos 27 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Is that when you get you're thinger off you're thinger?"-Eric Stopper

#90944 Poetry
By heatherbug DIAMOND
Elon, North Carolina
heatherbug DIAMOND, Elon, North Carolina
71 articles 0 photos 27 comments
#90945 Poetry
Horror-Mistress DIAMOND, Waco, Texas
69 articles 8 photos 12 comments

Favorite Quote:
There is always someone that has it worse than you

#90946 Poetry
By allisonjensen BRONZE
Newman , California
allisonjensen BRONZE, Newman , California
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#90947 Poetry
Jack_Meriwether SILVER, Paulding, Ohio
8 articles 1 photo 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Let X equal the quantity of all quantities of X. Let X equal the cold. It is cold in December. The months of cold equal November through February. There are four months of cold, and four of heat, leaving four months of indeterminate temperature. In February it snows. In March the Lake is a lake of ice. In September the students come back and the bookstores are full. Let X equal the month of full bookstores. The number of books approaches infinity as the number of months of cold approaches four. I will never be as cold now as I will in the future. The future of cold is infinite. The future of heat is the future of cold. The bookstores are infinite and so are never full except in September...” -Proof, David Auburn

#90948 Poetry
By Anonymous
#90949 Poetry
By rebeccarose BRONZE
Arlington Heights, Illinois
rebeccarose BRONZE, Arlington Heights, Illinois
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
#90950 Poetry
By AnnemarieE GOLD
Wasaga Beach, Other
AnnemarieE GOLD, Wasaga Beach, Other
10 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
Depression is a killer, and hell, it sure kills.