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Ksjpari Aug 2017
In all schools, there is the assembly conn
Which directs the class or the school yon
Expectations of all – trustee – the swan:
Choosing topics and teachers from Taiwan.
Keeping updates is teacher’s duty since eon
So is the assembly to represent omicron.
Different themes or topics about nylon
All are dealt in assembly now and forlorn.
Hence is the theme of Creativity chosen
By Divine Child School in Mehsana anon.
This duty of inculcating values is always on.
This will go on till students change begone
Illiteracy, agedness, negative mindset, wan.
I am developing a new style of writing poetry where ending words of a line rhyme with one another, at least in last sound. I named it Pari Style. Hope readers will like it. Thanks to those invisible hands and fingers which supported and inspired me to continue my efforts in my new, creative, artistic and innovative “Pari” style. Thanks for your inspiring, kind, soft fingers.
Nick Moser Jan 2016
Do you like puzzles?

Because I've got one for you that has over a million pieces.

It's called "My Broken Heart."

And it's guaranteed to have you saying:

*"Some assembly required my ***!"
My heart only beats in pieces.
Liis Belle Jun 2015
They call your name and everyone cheers
For the amazing two years for which you’ve stayed here
It seems like minutes ago when I first saw your smile
But looking back at it now, it’s been quite a while

The girl in front of me has her camera out
Snapping hundreds of moments to remember about
Me, I capture with my eyes, it’s sweeter that way
Memorizing every piece of you for when you’re away

I had to hold myself back from calling after you
Or at least leaving a note and giving a clue
Would it make you come back if I let you know?
Or would you refuse to think twice and immediately go?

I know what you’d say, that I’d get over you
That sooner or later, I’ll find someone new
But even if I do, and the chances are few
I’d still fondly and lovingly think about you

I’ve got them in my arms: your deep voice, your stance
Your dark hair, your eyes – almost grey at first glance
And now you walk off the stage, so flawless and fine
That’s the last memory of you I’ll have on my mind
Today was the last day I'll ever see you again, and I just hope you know that I noticed you, even when it seemed like I didn't. And I would give up so many things for you to stay, but you can't and you won't and I understand, although my heart is shattering into a million pieces.
I'll be okay and maybe I'll slowly get over you, but if I ever look closely enough, you'll be there, somewhere in my heart, for the rest of my days.

— The End —