I'm just a kid that writes poetry when I'm bored...
I'm from the land of the watermelons, where it snows like a blizzard refusing to stop, I'm from a muddy field of watermelons, where crops are like a gift from the heavens.
I moved to the sister city of Moscow, where the roses bloom, I moved to the buildings, where two amazing rivers meet.
...
A sad atmosphere hang around in my room,
as my mom tells me that one of our relaitives are now dead.
For I would play chess alone,
but today, I just don't feel like it.
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My teacher has been relying on a website to make the grades for him.
But all my friends and me know it's a bad idea.
For the fact it lies about the answers,
like 7x7=84 when it really equals fourty-nine.
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Bowser's a beast,
he smells bad, he is ugly, and he'll flatten you,
he has minions like Pirhana Plants, Lakitus that throw things at you,
he'll roast you,
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The gym is a place nobody wants to be,
you have the coach yelling at you,
the ropes get loose when you're climbing and you fall off,
people are shoving you down during inline hockey,
...