

Prairie StormIt flashes and dances- Swirls and twirls; Bringing rain and thunder Along for the ride. Flashing lightning- Rolling thunder- Pounding rain- Gusting winds. They can all call up What this little prairie fears most. A tornado- The worst of its kind- Can come along With this out-of-control storm, Which torments the black, midnight sky. It would easily be able To destroy house, crops, animals, land- Essential things in these western plains. Tearing off roofs, Collapsing remains unto people- Crushing them beneath rubble; AllPrairie Storm


Clay FigureClay FigureClay Figure
Standing here in Art class, Messing with the clay. The assignment, simply: "Make clay masks," Sounds like it should be okay. As I roll the clay around, I can't find what to make. So I look at the clay; As if it can tell me. I start to think that my BRAIN- Or at least what's left of it- Has turned to clay. A gray, easily molded, Piece of solid- Or in my case, Most likely evaporated- Matter. My mind then suddenly starts the wheels, Whirring and buzzing. As all of a sudden, Ideas come at me! Speeding li


City Stars - songThe lights, From the city, Are glowing as far, As the eye can see.City Stars - song
CHORUS Oh, I see, The city lights. Making the stars, Go out at night. How I wish, I could see them sparkling. Alas, I can see nothing.
They glow, On the horizon. You can't ever tell, When the sun is risin'.
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Nothing but, The constant-day, Surrounding me, In this ever-lasting daylight.
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Oh, how I wish, I could see the night. Once more sparkling, With twinkling lights. &nb
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