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Templarhawk
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Here are the rules:
Start each sentence with the last letter of the sentence before it:
Soo...
Oh! How I miss the saturdays of when one would wake up and see the cartoons, and lounge on thy sofa while eating cereal.
Letting the morning drift away until a familiar tap-tap on the door and opening it to help my parents carry the groceries.
So, I trek up and down stairs, carrying milk, eggs, and then some more.
Ever closer to sitting on the sofa for another saturday.
Yet!
Time is wasting away as I sit and watch Pokemon, Digimon, and Power Rangers....
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Nicki BluIs
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Simple plesures, those Saturdays were, but oh how pleasurale they were!
Even the dog would lay sunning on the green grass, too lazy to even swat at the dragonflies circling his snout.
Tell me what more can I wish for when once a week I can slip into a tub and play with a duck!
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Pen@Sword
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Keeping up with the spirit of things, as the days gets shorter and nights longer...
Reaping the goodness that is the school year, I find myself wondering what's next...
Thus, I am stunted to find myself at a lost when the next school year starts...
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Talym28
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Savoring the last days of summer and hoping that each new day brought with it a new adventure. Any adventure! Anything that would slow down time so I didn’t have to think about the inevitable start of homework and class assignments and tests.
Oh yes! How I miss those days!
How I miss those days when my imagination alone brought to far away places! To a pirate ship in the Caribbean. Or a castle in the middle ages. Or better yet, a spaceship on the moon…
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Cryst@lkyng
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Never have I thought that I'd forget all the many times that I had during the summer, whether it be the sunshine down my back or the rain that just never stops as it fills the sinkhole in the backyard. Dirt, Mud, and Sand - my toes wiggle in all of them.
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BeneFedaykin
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Mother would scold me when my feet left a trail of mud through the house. Even so, I could not help but to be drawn to playing in the backyard in the rain. Never, thought I, that these blissful days should end. Dreadful, is it not, how Summer's warm glow fades fast to the lingering chill of winter days?
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Templarhawk
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Sleeping in, cuddle under layers of comforters like a caterpillar in its cacoon, these winter morning would stop my blood from flowing.
Giving goosebumps galore to all parts of my body, shivers continued cycle my body like some sick Tour of France Rider in the highest peakes of the Alps.
So, I gingerly get up - release all warmth from my mind as my big toe touches the stone cold marble floors. So, I dance across the floor, looking for a pair of socks and a jacket - only to the stubble on the awaiting lego pieces.
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BeneFedaykin
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Searing pain shot through my foot as the Lego bricks dug in. Nerves aflame, I lunge back for the safe, warmth of my bed, but find instead its wooden frame. Entirely forgetting the throbbing ache in my foot, I clutch at my arm which already has begun to bruise. Ere long, its puss-yellow discolouration will turn to purple-green and begin to fade, but for now I think only of my present affliction and not of the Lego bricks that I really should have put away.
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Templarhawk
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Yet whatever I do intend on doing for the rest of the day will reflect this horrible start of a day.
Yahoo! Ok...
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