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I have had such a great day today. It is the first day of spring and I celebrated by wearing flip flops. After I did all of the regular Sunday stuff, I went to my grandparents' house to spend some time with them. I started looking at some old jewelry that my grandmother has. I saw a choker that was my great grandmother's and when my grandmother saw how much I liked it, she told me I could have it. I really love it. I bought a black dress at Maurices that will go perfect with it.
I am starting to really enjoy poetry. I love Robert Frost and Walt Whitman. I just wish I could write stuff that is half as beautiful as their work.
Why must it be so hard to raze out the written troubles of my brain?
I am starting to really enjoy poetry. I love Robert Frost and Walt Whitman. I just wish I could write stuff that is half as beautiful as their work.
Why must it be so hard to raze out the written troubles of my brain?