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Tristan Tupper Poem
You make me get up at six,
you make me stand in the cold,
you make me wait for the bell the signal to mix.
Even though it sometimes gets old,
I am thankful for the knowledge,
that I get told.
Some times I get pushed to the edge,
studying for tests,
but I always try my best.
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Tristan Tupper Poem
Money is power: so said another.
Money is death: so said the other.
Money is freedom so said the slave.
Money is class and the right to own a kingdom,
so said the rich man.
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Tristan Tupper Poem
Almost weightlessly you glide across the waves,
with the wind our friend and foe.
Using nature as the power of our ways,
hoping the waves stay low.
The mast cracks and screeches,
when the wind shows her fury.
Then you wish for beaches.
SUMICLES my boat you are anything but dreary.
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Tristan Tupper Poem
But daring and wild,
I am still but only a child,
the sauce I choose at taco bell is not mild.
For fire is the one I choose and the one I use.
If you dare me
I swear I wont loose, but ignorant I am in the eyes of the wiser.
Clever I am in the eyes of my common friend and foe.
Wise I am to them, sadly inheriting a skill of a miser.
The only difference between me and you is that I row
thru the sea's of time lacking experience.
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