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The Scarlet IbisThe willow tree was huge as I sat under it. Morning doves were skittering across the water. / Big willow trees hung over the water like a plump elderly lady bent over a beloved cat. The Sun was just starting to come up. / My brother looked beautiful under the willow tree, I wished I could be more like him. He stared at me; I noticed the perfect way his lips were shaped. My lips are nowhere near that pretty.

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Nov 27, 2011

A Baby's RoomA changing pillow, so soft with its yellowness. / A freshly laid outfit so fresh with the sweet smell of babies. / A cowboy swinging with the joy of Christmas morning.

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Nov 27, 2011

MistakesI'm tired of messing up, / I want things the way they originally were. / I wish things would start looking up,

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Nov 26, 2011

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