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Craig is a hurricane;  A pernicious storm delivering nothing but havoc and destruction. This bipolar alcoholic is more destructive than most hurricanes the world has ever seen.
Children obesses over the little things in life They want candy and toys Adults realize that these are not what makes life worth living  It does not matter who has the most candy or who is the coolest girl or boy
Tall palm trees shimmy in the soft breeze,  Standing tall like soilders, Guarding the colossal college walls. Daunting yet appealing waves wash over me,  As my bold reflection stares back at me,
There once was a wee little thing Who wondered what life would bring Well it brought her thrills And it brought her bills And best of all it brought her knowing!
Dear Education,   You taught me to write in rhymed tercet And terza rima, by reading Dante’s Inferno A tale of a trail through Hell, quite dulcet.   But in the future, Dante’s story I will forego
Because I Love You, we are not perfect and that’s just perfect Dirty, mortal menaces we are Constantly staining our white cloths,
It is not a blizzard-y blizzard,It is a fiery fire.A love that lasts forever,Is a love that burns with desire. That is what I heard--But I have yet to seeWhat love truly doesTo you and me 
They tell me education is the key to success the key that will get me out this mess the key that will present me with a new dress, walk and flow about me. Present me as "Doctor" instead of "Mister"
At the age of fifteen I lost myself in the cold of a crowded highschool. I didn't know what was cool, I didn't follow those that ruled. Halfway through my freezing freshman year I discovered I wasn't truly lost,
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