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                        In between classes at Kealing Middle School the hallways are full of students, but in the library it's quiet. That's where Gabriel Russell and Joshua…
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                        A creative writing competition for English- and Spanish-speaking children is accepting submissions through Thursday.It's the second year the Austin-based…
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                        The magician sits quietly on a stoolbut his presence booms and echoes throughout the theatre.His toes perched on a rung,like a pitch black vulture in a…
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                        A tangy blare of hornsCut the air around it,Staccato notes pounce on the ear.Each note of the guitar solo ripe and fresh.Lyrics provoked a humto blossom…
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                        Our ancestors triedto make us perfect,yet defiancefeels ultimate.Punishments are worthwhile.Smell fearOne scream.Remember,without dreams,life is blindI…
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                        The night is comingcreeping, crawling, towering overas the day is unbecoming.Crickets buzzing,fireflies bursting out to hover.The night is coming.Purple,…
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                        The first time I walkedWas my time without legsI didn't touch the ground as you mightBut the flowers grewAnd the sky was full of wondersI danced with the…
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                        When confusion arises, there is no silver liningDarkness softly soothes raging discontentBlaring is the subtle sound of comprehension decliningWe are all…
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                        Can you hear the Blitzkrieg’s cry?As Jericho’s trumpet splits the SkyAs the Stukas roar overhead,It’s a miracle you’re not dead.You see the bombs impact…
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                        Not listening,but looking straight into the eyes,barely blinkingbut dreamingof the unknown, the world of the flaming birds,the world of the pastels,.the…
 
 
