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Student Songs & PoetryPublished: Thu, 31 Jan 2008 23:59:00 -0500 Chocolate by Cheyenne Lehto
Aromas wafted left and right.Creamy truffles, dark and light.Sprinkled coconut, strawberry glaze,Chocolate gems with caramel rays.With delight, two bright blue eyesScan the case in awestruck surprise.Little nose against the glassSmall, clear eyes twinkling fast.Pointing at a caramel square,Little eyes dash here and there.The little figure scampers by.Another case has caught her eye.Ribbons and curls of chocolate lace,Each delicately in its place.Almond glaze on chocolate drops,Ornate flowers on the tops.Turning left and spinning right, Golden braids come into sight.Rich and creamy pecan fudge Smothered atop with butterscotch sludge.Sweet temptations fill her mind
Of vanilla and chocolate of every kind.
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Girl by Hannah Herman
Youre gazing out the window At your ice-covered tree Your lotion smells of aloe Hands hold a cup of tea. As people swarm around you, Your mind runs to elsewhere; Eyes fixed like crazy Glue Two ropen braids of hair.
But that was many years ago, Centuries have passed Your aura has a different glow Youve grown up, at last. Maybe its not my place to wish You hadnt ever changed That you were still the girl I miss Not always rearranged.
Your hair is dark, your eyes are plain Youre lacking all the fun Of stories I dont dare explain Of all the webs you spun. And maybe its not half so bad For you to have matured But by your shining life and sad Drama Im no longer lured.
And if this Christmas is the one Where we begin to part, Ill turn off all the flaming love And just sit here in the dark.
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Oh, Minibridge -
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The Garden (Memories of the Future) Hannah Herman
A hideous barren corner lot No more, thanks to her splendid thought. A place where childhood was caught And malleable tender souls were taught. As we pass by on our casual walk, We dip the ladle, drink deep the draught Of memories and love for which we fought Throughout those years of hardship naught. And if the life for which we fraught Works of pleasure that we sought Bring us ever to shed a tear Be it so we banish fear. Fear of impressionable soul to sear Fear of not having each other near When the ghosts of the future appear. Even when shadows of the past remain Even though falls the pouring rain Hardly do others this joy attain.
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