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The New Kid ~ A Halloween PoemThe New Kid ~ A Halloween Poem by Shirley-Agnew-Art
Miss, who's the new girl, I asked with a smile. For we hadn't had a new kid for quite a while. Miss just turned away with a sigh. Why couldn't she see what was before her own eyes
The new kid went and found her own seat so the lesson could start. Please let it be art I thought with each beat of my heart. Oh please Miss just why won't you look, the new kid hasn't even been given a book
The whole class turned and looked round at me, I was hoping with me they all would agree, but they looked just as confused as could be. Could it be that like Miss they just couldn't see?
Her clothes looked so old and terribly worn was that why the others chose to be rude instead of being kind the way that you should
The girl looked so sad as she gazed round the room hoping that someone would notice her soon. She needed a friend it would have to be me especially as the others were to blind to see
The day carried on and nothing did change, but the looks the other kids gave me were very strange. Some of them
Here's to the free slavesLet us remember those whoHere's to the free slaves by pardos66
finally got free. To all
those slaves who finally
got their freedom.
To all the African Americans
who were slaves gone past, let
us understand their suffering
as they endured the cruel unjust
punishment they had to face
To all the Hebrews who were slaves
to the Egyptians and what they had
to face against their hefty task
masters. They got free thanks to
And most of all,
let each of us, that
are living in America,
be thankful that we live
in a country where we can
be free to this day.
When You Hit Bruid Lennox So Hard You Concuss HimBruid Lennox:When You Hit Bruid Lennox So Hard You Concuss Him by W-U-L-F
The Dark’s Grip On My Mind
Exeunt me, you foul spirits, whom do feed on my brittle consciousness. Oh, tales and signs, that such gentle lips of a mother did preach, appear now only too true to have been so softly nested in my ear by the same lips that were hers, of all others.
I did drink up such warnings.
Frighten and harden myself with them I did also do. And still, my head is but a dying storm, stirred by fairies, teasing my mind’s eye with the blackened serpents of mortality…
Trickery they do play, mocking my senses, sending each to battle another, trampling all reason and reality with spiked recklessness to aid in this cruel deception.
A fool they do think they make of me!
I should not stand this, and so I will choose to ignore it. To bury it in my real sand and Earth where it may never rise to torment me again.
“Slàn leat, true light” would not be so much as whimpered from my jaws that must howl, bark and growl. Not s
My ancestors from Ross Village to MorayHere is a history about the Rosses of Moray, Scotland. It all started when the Angles set up the kingdom of Northumbria. In 600 A.D., a few Angles took up the name Ross and set up the Ross Village. Then after a time, there were a hundred Ross Villagers.My ancestors from Ross Village to Moray by pardos66
At 800 A.D. there were a thousand people living in Ross Village. In the year 912 A.D., some of the villagers moved to Edinburgh, Scotland. There, they spread all over the Scottish Lowlands. But there were some people still living in Ross Village.
At 1,066 A.D. most of the people in Ross Village left to join the rest of the Northumbrians at the escape of the Norman Invasion. Even though many left the Ross Village, a few chose to remain there. In the twelfth century, King David I settled the Lowland Rosses and other Northumbrians in Moray, Scotland.
In 1,312 A.D., the last remaining people abandoned the Ross Village and moved into the town of Middleton, Northumberland, England.
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