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Amusement Park Magic Lickin' my ice cream cone Running through the blur of colors Wind blowin' through my hair Rollercoasters flyin' The rides, and games Fun, Fun, Fun! It is like a magic trick And I am a playing card. Through and through The hours progress And finally it is time to take a rest. When we leave |
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The Jolly Fourth Oh this day is quite a treat, I skip about in but bare feet. With my puppie at my side, I feel no reason I should hide, From the fireworks so bright, Who fill the sky with their light. Everyone has flags to wave, While cannons rant and rave, I have a flag, so does my hound, That of which we can wave around. |
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When I Grow Up I stretch out my legs, At the foot of the tree, I open my book, And what do I see? A daring young fireman, Cooling the blaze, "Do I want to do this?" I think through the haze. He rescues a woman, And her baby too, No, I don't want the feel, Of that fiery goo. And now I see Armstrong, Exploring the moon. "Shall this be my future?" I quietly croon. He sticks a tall flag, Into the rich soil. "Not enough action, too much turmoil." The next page, a rock star, That could be for me. No, his hair is all goofy, And he's thin as a ski. His throat is all pink, And his face bright red. I think I'll choose Some other job instead. My book ends like this, And now I do see, When I grow up, I want to be me! |
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What to Do?
What to do? |
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What I See I stand here from above a hill With my eyes, I can see till The sky is no more And there are trees galore I see and I think Is the sun about to sink? For it is lowering below To a land of woes. From this hill Where I stand still, I see what lies ahead Clear blue skies, Mountains rising high, And pigs that are well fed. I hope the future brings for me What right now I see. A beautiful land With opportunity Sits there waiting for me! |
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Nature When I go outside I imagine that the trees are very tall and there's Swans flying gracefully in the beautiful light blue sky. While 4 kittens are rolling around with colorful yarn. And the best of all is the sun is shining bright in the sky looking proud. And as I walk through the golden path I see Leaves of the colors green, red and orange and yellow shaking by the wind. And it make's me feel like singing the song what a beautiful world. |
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Sitting Under Here Sitting under here, I see a rainbow in the sky. Sitting under here, I just let the world fly by. Sitting under here, all my dreams come true. Sitting under here, I pick a flower that is blue. Sitting under here, I watch the moon up in the sky. Sitting under here, I let the clouds race by. Sitting under here, flowers grow all around. Sitting under here, with vines creeping from the ground. Sitting under here, listening to the birds up in the tree, Sitting under here, it's like they're singing just for me! |
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| Candice Fitzgerald, Long Pond, PA. |
Contest #3 October, 1998 |
| Jennifer Murray, Age 6 East Stroudsburg, PA. |
Contest #2 October, 1998 |
| Marcy Lombardi, Age 7 Stroudsburg, PA. |
Contest #1 October, 1998 |
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