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Ride! Ride! Catch the ride and let it take you deep inside. Never knowing what you’ll find you just came here for a goodtime. But if you leave without a hint then you your time was not well spent. So stay a little longer, if your please. At least until you find the keys. For if you the keys have found then you can unlock the sound and in the sound is a mighty force and with this power you can stay the course. But without this gift you have no choice a lifelessness without a voice. Oh brother for this I can not rejoice. I pity the fool who runs away only to find he has lost another day. Another day here another day there. Soon your life is gone, but you don’t care. Until you find your guiding light that gives you purpose and the sight and shows you where you are met to be, you still don’t have the keys.
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The shadow is dark, the sun does not come. Her eyes can not see beyond the girl’s fun. Wrapped in a dream that leaves her in despair. She worries of the darkness, but leaves for the fair. Cast out all yeah demons for she has not a care.

Suzan Sengulyzun
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Sea shells by the window sill sit shining in the sun. Gathered yesterday by the little girl in the bay. Her brother it seems had gone to the beach with a bucket of dreams until the tide he had reached. Wind and the waves were where we had fun, but now none, no more nothing can be done.

Fisun Bozdogan

Cat and the mouse, they played in the field. Left on their own they would be playing there still. But a voice told the cat that the mouse was for food and soon it had changed the cat’s playful mood. The mouse unaware was caught by surprise as the cat made a meal from the mouse’s demise. Poor kitty it seems had a belly that was full, but with no one to play kitty’s life seemed so cruel. Then one day the cat made friends with a dog and they played and they played running around an old log. Then a voice told the dog that the cat was not a friend and pretty soon the all their games came to an end. The dog chased the cat as fast as he could and out of great fear the cat ran into the woods. He ran and he ran until he was lost and then found by a bear the cat soon became sauce. So next time a voice has a message for you, do not listen for the words may be untrue. But if you should listen to what the voice has to say, expect that misfortune will be coming you’re way.

Elaine Ioneda

Fire is so hot and ice is so cold. Young men soon find that they have grown very old. The rich man is poor when he has riches no more and the poor man is rich when he has settled all scores. Remember that change always will come, in spite of whatever men they have done.
For if its your fate then ahead it does wait, try as you may you future will not go away. Whether you wish to change your fate, the future is locked behind its gate.

Angel E. Prince

Someday will come when you will want something and it will not be there. Why? Because you lost it!!!! You just lost it!!! How come you did such a silly thing? Are you stupid? Have a nice day!!!!

Elaine Prine

Happy times will come again. You will be OK! There are good times ahead. Yes you can do it. Hang in the. We believe in you. Remember the best times are often preceded by the darkest time.

Taylor Elaine

Windows into your soul, your eyes give you away. Your heart’s desire is where you find your true love. I know that your passion is real. Your dreams keep you going, but what will you do if they crumble? Look to your self and you can fall. You outside your self and you can be sustained through anything.

Rachel Johnson

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Suzan Sengulyzun

Riding back from the parade on carpets of blue and green are the best that our town has to offer. However, there is much to be paid before the spring flowers can bloom. Leave if you must. The snow is white and cold the train is loud and fast.
Tell me how can you live. Tell me how can you breathe when every breath is your last and every breath is your first. You can never be sure. Never be certain of life’s many curves and broken roads that have led you to this place. Dark and alone your heart is growing. Strong and with only a slight hint of a crack the you left long ago. Never mind the rest. It has all been said before. Listen instead to the breeze that blows and the sun that shines. They speak to you from out of the sky. They come to you with nothing to offer and ask nothing of you. They cry the story of the universe, but nobody can hear. Nobody can see. And nobody can feel. Yet you continue on. You move like the bee that visits the flowers of the dead.