Paige Welch

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Biography of Paige Welch

I am a seventeen-year-old high school student with a slight sense of humor. For the most part, I write stories, but on occasion I try my hand at poetry. For the most part, my poems are similar to those of others. However, some of my poems are meant for the reader to at least chuckle. I hope that I am able to bring at least a smile to one face. Our lives are but tragedies, each of us being our own protagonist with his or her own flaw. By the end of Act V, we are gone. Let us remember those moments when we smiled or laughed, to let life and death do their bidding, and hold up our only weapon we have against these two villains: happiness.

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King Sprat

Oh poor tsar of Laray, weeping forever,
A man of great nobility, King Sprat
Though many a man think him a filthy rat,
Pity upon the soul shall ne’er endear,
The horrid sadness for the engineer.
The tears of great King Sprat are large and fat
His sorrows are collected in a vat.
But not from his lips is ushered a cheer.
He melds into the walls with his sadness

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