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  1. Category: Creative Writing The River Swift and quick and fast and strong The current goes along And with birds in the trees And flowers of bees The river sings a song Strong and dark and cold and long The river moves along With towns full of people And churches and steeples The river moves along Long and far and moist and wet The river holds many pets Some act as pests The others act the best The river moves along Wet and tall and deep and steep The river slowly creeps It snakes and leads Into the seas The river moves along Bright and washed and headstrong and coarse The river runs it’s course For water flows Everywhere it goes And the river moves along Link to Google Doc: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1_WxvnN2CNHSLzLOymdJmUSfQLjykhNhTLNtHyE9Mqv4/edit?usp=sharing
  2. Jmeatball – Creative writing/poetry link – https://docs.google.com/document/d/1P0728Y2C9683SiCHyDtnsxGbmNPvdwQHviy9NCqUcLs/edit?usp=sharing Box Spring Oh box spring, box spring Why are you so taut Yet so full energy Ready to burst at a mere thought Oh box spring, box spring With your endless infinite coils Wrapping around and around Amidst and endless series of toils Oh box spring, box spring What will become of me If I am to follow your lead To mock your own style and make my own deeds Oh box spring, box springs Alone your so weak Yet together you can hold The fattest of cheeks Oh box spring, box spring How have you been Are you rusted and dusted All out of steam Oh box spring, box spring Laying under the bed Alone and forgotten Filled with dread Oh box spring, box spring You’re not lost on me I appreciate your value And think of you with glee Oh box spring, box spring What ever will I do When you are far too old And I need something new Oh box spring, box spring Promise you’ll stay I cannot imagine Your going away Oh box spring, box spring I thank you for your work But my appreciation must end now I can no longer lurk Oh box spring, box spring This is goodbye If the world were without you We’d all die
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    Johnaton was born on a cold winter night in the city of Daeland to a Daelish mother and father. Growing up in Daeland, his father was a tanner for the city. He had one older brother and a younger sister, who's birth brought the death of his mother. Then, fifteen winters since the one he was born on, his father was killed in a bar fight. His older brother, only 19, had to take care of him for a year before he left to become a soldier for Daeland. At the age of 16, Johnaton finally moved away from his sister and brother to become a tanner for the Nordengrad where he met plentiful leaders of the several rebellions that occured. Having little wealth to his name and no real form of money, he was ready to see some action on the battlefield, like his great ancestors had hundreds of years ago. He wanted to travel and visit other places, perhaps even return to his home one day, but for now he ready for an adventure.
  4. jmeatball

    jmeatball

    Johnaton was born on a cold winter night in the city of Daeland to a Daelish mother and father. Growing up in Daeland, his father was a tanner for the city. He had one older brother and a younger sister, who's birth brought the death of his mother. Then, fifteen winters since the one he was born on, his father was killed in a bar fight. His older brother, only 19, had to take care of him for a year before he left to become a soldier for Daeland. At the age of 16, Johnaton finally moved away from his sister and brother to become a tanner for the Nordengrad where he met plentiful leaders of the several rebellions that occured. Having little wealth to his name and no real form of money, he was ready to see some action on the battlefield, like his great ancestors had hundreds of years ago. He wanted to travel and visit other places, perhaps even return to his home one day, but for now he ready for an adventure.
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