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Maddi Collier Poem
Babies soft fingers and their tiny toes,
are like lucious petals on a bright red rose.
Little wild mushrooms like babies bald heads,
constantly growing in most flower beds.
Their fingerprints, white stars in the sky,
and the rain, oh the rain, the tears babies cry.
The sound little rattles make when thrown on the floor,
like the noise of the thunder when it's starting to pour.
Babies are like flowers,
tulips or lilacs, a daisy a rose.
Babies soft fingers,
and their tiny toes.
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The young woman's awake,
still sleep in her eyes.
For she was awoken,
at quarter to five.
This poem made possible,
by Calli's shrill cries.
Though this utter lack of sleep,
might lead to her demise.
~This poem is dedicated,
to my 8 week old kitten Calli.
I am surely not thanking her
for it ----- not yet anyways.
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Maddi Collier Poem
Winter, spring, summer, fall.
Many seasons, love them all!
Winter
white, nippy, chilly.
Spring
tulip, croakas, and tiger-lilly.
Summer
sunscreen, towel, and ocean.
Fall
rakes and leaves in constant motion.
Each season a diffrent time,
together they change, no reason or rhyme.
When summer's over fall comes into play,
the next thing you know, it's a snow day.
Finally the snow starts to melt,
a change in temperature is soon felt.
The spring is nice,no terrible heat.
Soon you'll see, flip-flops on tan feet.
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L is for liberty,
like the statue.
Adams, Revere, and Hancock got us here,
just to name a few.
Each person a diffrent view,
one reason or rhyme doesn't always ring true.
No matter what we've done or will do,
the ocean will forever remain blue.
If we'd lost and they'd won,
appearing each morning would still be the sun.
Right now, the score......
Britain is losing zero to one.
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Maddi Collier
Nice
Polite
Helpful
Wishes to be a writer or a vet
Dreams of a peaceful world
Wants to help stray animals
Who wonders if there is life outside of the universe
Who fears for her Dad while he's away
Who is a person who belives in God
Who loves animals
Who belives there is good in everyone
Who loves a challenge
Who loves her family
Who loves her pets
Who loves her friends
Who plans to travel to Italy
Who plans to go to college
Who plans to have many pets
Whose puppy's Name is Jozi
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Some people view it as a loss,
others call it God's gain.
I believe she is going home,
to rejoice and be with her family again.
A beautiful seashell thriving in the sand,
is now going out with the tide.
Her parents are beckoning,
calling her home, their wishes she will abide.
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Maddi Collier Poem
For her writing is writing.
For her words come easily,
like breathing or blinking, naturally.
Sometimes while doing chores,
words and stanzas come flying at her.
Sometimes like a wave,
the words wash over her.
Like a dream,
lines and stanzas make shows in her head.
Like clothing,
words seem to wrap around her, keeping her warm.
We love poetry,
her and me, me and her, her and I.
Poetry makes me her and her me,
we, together, write poetry.
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Freedom is right,
whether you're jewish or hispanic.
Do you think races mattered,
during the sinking of the titanic?
Why should races matter,
at the park or at school?
Should races matter,
during a game of ball?
NO!
Races shouldn't matter,
never, at all!
So when your at the park,
or in the school hall.
Races shouldn't matter,
never at all!
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Maddi Collier Poem
Artistic
Beautiful
Caring
Different
Expressive
Freespirited
Gentle
Honest
Intelectually Strong
Justice
Kind
Loving
Mellow
Neat
On-task
Pleasant
Quiet
Responsible
Singer
Takes animal loving to a new level
Unique
Very lucky
Writer
X-rays
Young
Zainy
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The rising sun,
the falling stars.
Should not define,
who we are.
The things we wish for,
the dreams we dream.
We only do,
what we deem.
We should not be influenced,
by others choices.
We can make decisions,
we should use our voices.
Do not be afraid,
to stand up tall.
You have unique qualities,
love them all.
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