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Chapter 1 – 7th grade – Life

    5-13-90 Today is Mother’s Day. For Mom’s present, Jeremy and I pooled our money together to get her an answering machine. I also got myself a Roxette tape… Life The never-ending cycle, We’re all a part of But … Continue reading

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Chapter 1 – 7th grade – Girl Fight

    4-11-90 Today, Sara Smith and Kerry Beckman got in a big fight! Here’s how it happened. After Geography, I headed to my locker to get my glasses for the movie, “The Diary of Anne Frank.” I had to … Continue reading

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“A Bird” / “Mother Muffin”

A Bird I saw a bird, in a tree. I thought I heard, it say, “one, two, three.” My dog Fifi and His friend Lee, went out to be free.   Mother Muffin Mother muffin, rides a puffin, in the … Continue reading

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“I Am Seven” / “Before I Leave”

I Am Seven I am seven, my brother is eleven. I am the youngest, we live in Columbus. I like being seven, because it’s like heaven.     Before I Leave Before I leave, I must say, I had quite … Continue reading

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“I am Five”/ “My Cat”

I am Five I am five, I am alive. Maybe they’ll like me. I am five. I am alive. Maybe they’ll treat me nicely.     My Cat My cat sat in a hat. She saw a bird, it flew … Continue reading

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Mother Muffin’s Rhymes Table of Contents

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Mother Muffin’s Rhymes – Dedication Page

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Mother Muffin’s Rhymes

This is a book of poetry that I wrote in first grade. I modeled it after my favorite children’s poetry books at the time.

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6th grade – Insecurity, Emptiness, Sleep

Insecurity Trying to please, someone who is not there, and sensing a strange, never-ending stare.     Emptiness A space in your heart, yearning to be filled. You are never quite happy, until your dream is fulfilled.     Sleep … Continue reading

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6th grade – Early Spring

Early Spring My hair is gaining color, my hands are no longer bare, my sadness is more frequent, and I wear ribbons in my hair. March 1989

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