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Oh, The Kids! by Sarah Jane Bodell Le Poupee you see, Is a big hit in France. "A Bug's Life" is filled With a whole bunch of ants. Scott may be gay, But that's okay, We all love him anyway. Big cookies are good for saying goodbye. Big cookies are good for adding to your thigh. Chicken Lady Had a traumatic childhood. Seeing your parents hump, Surely is not good. Never get mad at a doughnut. It just might turn on you. Rebecca Klatka touched Paul Bellini With a stick, ew ew ew! Mississippi Gary died, Then came back to life. Two of the kids Have now divorced their wives. Terriers are Bruce's favorite breed, They average 20 lbs. If you ever lose your Indian Drum, Make sure you're really loud. Premise Beach Is a great place place to be. Hecubus serves not only Satan, But Sir Simon Milligan & me! If your ear bleeds profusely Don't worry be happy. If your nose bleeds, Join the freak show & make some money. Bruce caused cancer, Now that makes me real mad. Ya wanna know why? 'Cause he killed my dad. Rock is, well, Rock is dying. Just ask Mr. Gorgenchuck, I'm not lying. The kids were on the air For just 5 years. When they went off, It put me in tears. Now they're on Comedy Central, I thank God for that. I just bought me A brand new hat! Now, in closing I'd like to say, I love you Dave, I love you Scott, I love you Bruce, I love you Mark, But most of all, I LOVE YOU KEVIN!!!!!

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ANNABEL LEE, by: Edgar Allan Poe It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea; But we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her high-born kinsman came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulcher In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me. Yes, that was the reason-as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea- That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love was stronger far than the love Of those that were older than we, Of many far wiser than we. And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee: For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling, my darling, my life, and my bride, In the sepulcherthere by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea.

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AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL, by: Katharine Lee Bates O beautiful for spacious skys, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain! America! America! God shed his grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea! O beautiful for pilgrim feet, Whose stern, impassioned stress A thoroughfare for freedom beat Across the wilderness! America! America! God mend thine every flaw, Confirm thy soul in self-control, Thy liberty in law! O beautiful for heroes proved In liberating strife, Who more than self their country loved, And mercy more than life! America! America! May God thy gold refine, 'Till all sucess by nobleness And every gain divine! O beautiful for patriot dream, That sees beyond the years Thine alabaster cities gleam Undimmed by human tears! America! America! God shed his grace on thee, And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea!

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THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER, by: Francis Scott Key Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming, Whose broad stripes and brights stars through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming? And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof thro' the night that our flag was still there. Oh, say can that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave! On the shore, dimly seen thro' the mist s of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in the dread silence reposes, What is that awful which the breeze o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses? Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam, In full glory reflected, now shines in the stream. 'Tis the star-spangled banner; oh, long may it wave, O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave! And where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion A home and a country should leave us no more? Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save their hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave: And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave! Oh, thus be it ever when freemen shall stand Between their loved homes and the war's desolation; Blest with victory and peace, may the heaven-rescued land Praise the power that hath made and preserved us a nation! Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our motto: "In God is our trust!" And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave, O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave!

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MOTHER (limerick), by: Sarah Jane Bodell for Ms. Stevens' 6th period reading class There once was a lady named Jane. She was kind of short and plain. As strange as can be, She's the mother of me. And she named me Sarah Jane.

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WHOLE BURNED By: Sarah Jane Bodell for Mrs. Scott's 1st block English II class (early November, 2001) published in 2003 Edition of the Anthology of Poetry by Young Americans One night of broken glass, Kristallnacht, in November '38, Made it terribly clear That sealed was their fate. Hundreds of thousands, Left in the night. They fled because they were scared, Because of the fright. They who stayed, In the awful confusion, Were to meet the answer, The Nazis’ Final Solution. Jews, Gypsies, homosexuals, Communists, Slavs, and others, Children and tiny babies, All stolen from their mothers. Taken away in droves, Herded like cattle, They all tried to survive. They all put up a battle. It was efficient and swift As the Germans had contrived. What they all experienced, Cannot begin to be described. When arriving in the camps, Some were killed immediately, And other were shuffled around With an unknown destiny. When things had settled, Jews and others Had been forsaken, By their human brothers. Slowly, but surely, The ‘rats’ all drowned. They drowned of hunger, Falling to the ground. Angels of mercy Were few and far between, But when they could be found, What a sight was to be seen! In these camps of death, God seemed to be gone. All they could look forward to Was the impending dawn. Tediously the weak Were exterminated. Only the few and lucky Were exonerated. Slowly and slowly, Died the thin and lame. Until one day, The Liberation came. When the Liberation Had arrived, They found gaunt ghosts, And those who’d died. Pitifully, the survivors Began to pick up their lives. Freedom had been won, After their many strives. To this day, It cannot be spoken of Without great emotion And heartfelt love. The word “holocaust” Is Greek termed. To be precise it means WHOLE BURNED.

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A WONDERFUL MOTHER, by: Pat O' Reilly God made a wonderful mother, A mother that never grows old; He made her smile of the sunshine, And He molded her heart of pure gold; In her yes He placed bright shining stars, In her cheeks, fair roses you see; God made a wonderful mother, And He gave that dear mother to me.

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AMERICA'S ANSWER, by: R. W. Lilliard Rest ye in peace, ye Flanders dead. The fight that ye so bravely led We've taken up. And we will keep True faith with you who lie asleep With each a cross to mark his bed, In Flanders fields. Fear not that we have died for naught. The torch ye threw to us we caught. Ten million hands will hold it high, And Freedom's light shall never die! We've learned the lesson that we taught In Flanders fields.

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JUDGED BY THE COMPANY ONE KEEPS, by: unknown One night in late October, When I was far from sober, Returning with my load with manly pride, My feet began to stutter, So I lay down in the gutter, And a pig came near and lay down by my side; A lady passing by was heard to say: "You can tell a man who boozes, By the company he chooses," And the pig got up and walked away.

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THE OPTIMIST, by: unknown The optimist fell ten stories. At each window bar He shouted to his friends: "All right so far."

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A MAXIM REVISED, by: unknown Ladies, to this advice give heed- In controlling men; If at first you don't succeed, Why, cry, cry again.

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ANIMAL FAIR, by: unknown I went to the animal fair, The birds and beasts were there. The big baboon, by the light of the moon, Was combing his auburn hair. The monkey, he got drunk, And sat on the elephants trunk. The elephant sneezed and fell on his knees, And what became of the monk, the monk?

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Pale Yellow 1-18-00, Ms. Ray's 4th Period Reading Class by: Sarah Jane Bodell Pale yellow is a faded happiness. Remnants of days gone by. Walls dripping of sweet lemon drops' juice. The sweet, sweet smell of sugar bowls, lingering endlessly in the air. As far as the eye can see yellow, yellow, sloppy old-lemon yellow. When I open my mouth I taste the softness of a ripe banana, filling my mouth with yumminess. Reaching out, my hand is enveloped by a warm hand-cream, making me feel fresh and new. I hear nothing but the sweet peacefulness of silence filling my head. I see nothing but the bleakness of the walls of the sphere I'm in. So I curl up on the floor, take a nap and drift into the wonderfulness of my pale yellow.

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