i one to hive thx to have fiends that care for mi and they asap me for the way i am and not for what people one me to be for bieng the best friends i never fell love in my life my people because i never had real friends and know that i do i am so thax full for having them they are now like my new family i an thas for having so cool teacher that are there for mi and thay are helpping me to pass the grad and i know that if i tray my beast i can pass of grade and i never going to hive up thax to Edgar my bf for bien there in the good and bad day for loving me for how i am and not for what people say and for being there and show mi that not all the boys are the same.i am thaxfull for having a family that cares for me and that is there for me

hero blurd

Marcela is my hero because she`s all was bean there for me like a angle when some thing happens to me she there she protects me all was if you now her you are going to like her she is so sweet like a angel

cj sister 4 life

The way she look at you what a happy smile telling you well come you can talk to me if you one to. I am listening to you.when they do some thing to you she is there to help you she is weet and nice cute like a beautiful butterfly she shines like a movie star no mater what she has her one why and no buty can be like her she is mi sister and i life her so much cj if you are reading this you rock my world

code of slb

1. how accurate were your predictions?my predictions was not cool i was thinking about it was going to be some thing boring but it was so cool i current stop reading about at .
2. which predictions were very accurate? well is was think of what her mother of lily whas going to happen to her because when i first read the pg it was going to now tht some thing bad was going to be kill and was lily mother.
3. which predictions were less accurate? because it was all not the same thing that i was thinking the the book was going to be but it was not that bad

the week that time of the day that you hear the most sweet music 'm' sound mumble in my hear
the sweet exciting expectations that you hear revelations of the extension's love my friends like a fresh French pizza an the chesses treats of the melting moment mouth tasting pizza i can fail the worm hugs of a sweet cute baby making me as a cute sweet baby girl of the hell world of love and peace caring the sweet hugs in my baby hands holding me sleeping like a cute terry bear in the sofa sweet worm bed on the family life

literary device of the week

i am like a little ant that walk round no one can see me only me i look up to talk to them i file like i don't bi long there my hare is not the big and that little is in the middle it looks like a wave i walk the same as other people i don`t talk much only if they tell me some time i look happy some times but some times i am not i love to hive hugs but only if you ask i am the only me in this world and no one can ripples me because i am sweet like Honey

i don`t now if this is good

Epic Poems are long, serious poems that tells the story of a heroic figure. Some of the most famous epic poems are the Iliad and the Odyssey by Homer and the epic poem
of The Song of Hiawatha by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ( 1807 - 1882 ) .

hiare is a ex: a epic poem by Hiawatha's Departure
from The Song of Hiawatha
by
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

By the shore of Gitchie Gumee,
By the shining Big-Sea-Water,
At the doorway of his wigwam,
In the pleasant Summer morning,
Hiawatha stood and waited.

or


Greetings Gudo, and a warm salute,
from a harried object of pursuit.
Yon blackguards four do mean me ill,
so draw thy sword, I'll ink my quill.

And put on parchment deeds of glory,
gougings, stabbings fit for story.
Lop you off a head or two,
my audience so to cheer anew.

Soon four of you, my would-be woes,
will be but meat for carrion crows.
When mailèd fist meets beetled brow
you'll buy the farm and have a cow.

Hurry then, my knightly friend,
and start a blackguard-beating trend.
See their eyes so bright with fear,
their grins that know their ends be near!

Lunge you right, that scoundrel ninny
doth creep 'pon you like tortellini
down the throat of a tall giraffe.
Strike quick, old bean, cleave him in half!

Bad show, Gudo, much much too slow!
I've seen a mudwyrm faster go.
My faith doth wane, and says my pen -
thy sword Swiftbird be dubbed Slow-Hen.

I still see standing four of the curs.
Be you fighting or conducting tours
of a boulder's most concealing side
or of that tree behind which you hide.

Charge ahead and lay them straight!
While I with words their kin berate.
Aye, you swamp-sired sons of toads
hear my charming barbèd odes

To your dames so fat and foul
They are why Death wears a cowl,
and though your fathers sinless be
they were apes hanging from a tree.

Say I Gudo, and Gudo again,
a fighting posture you should maintain!
See you how that outraged rogue
With a rusty mace made in Vologue

Has now your head so sorely clipped
that from your horse you now have slipped,
and soon upon the ground so hard
you'll lie as still as a lump of lard...

and it talk about the gods