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mama works hard from nobodyMOTHERS MOTHERS MOTHERS

(For our mother) Emilia Irizarry R.I.P. 3/ 29/2015

Hey mom! Here we are are at the park, this is where you used to bring

us when we were small, now we are big and all grown up with kids of our

own, we miss having you here. I can only hope and pray that you are still with

us in your mystical way of being here and there and every where. all of our hopes and dreams

all your childrens, childrens, childrens . in the park on 10th street Louie

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Im in a party there is a water baloon fight i rermember somthing the thing is if it is to be,it is to be me im learning how to type

write know a little girl is crying saying "mm omyyyyyyyyy" and repeting it

menwile a boy was

saying he did not hit a girl with a water boloon a little girl just came up with a wet face but now its drying i do not know how oot type ^^yulianath is a boy who never behaves this is a bad boy

this is a boy in my class that my broyther knows nincoluis has a little sister the sister loves her mom and dad but the

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For my buddy george Cambell Thinking is the best waay to travel,

Blasting Billowing Bursting with the power of ten billion butterflies,

Man with his wayward fire has conquered the heavens,

climb to tranquility In memory of Prisilla.

Who do you love

For M.S.G. (M. Brooks)

Angels and patriots we are we do not comprimise , one another and yet we fight each other, Here there is peace with the trees and the children, the birds of the sky and the wind in our faces, here we came once and left a reminder that love is all powerful and forgiving...... Love will returnwith all due the truth is all that will forever be so.

Angel Lou Eyes

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Thompkin Square Park 90 degrees of no separation among the birthday party kids, soccer players, dog walkers, bubble blowers, Typewriter Project typists with stiff fingers

typing on stiff keys, typists with soft hearts and itchy noses who want to know everyone and every one of their stories will it rain and chase away the heat and the sweet beat of the park

after school as every one waits and plays and dances and sings

never ever expecting the final bell to ring.

it doesn't matter. All is green, school is out. The day is long.

Kaye Newbury 6/23/15 What a great way to be NYC!

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happy birthday nicoulau1on friday it is the last day of schole .im at a birthday pa1 party noah is at there too its sposd to rain but is sunny .my teacher is named grace

6 by yuliana rossi i have nothing to write My My ntewst my name is nico i go too the neihborhood school and and my friends name is rose, quinn,izzy,haven, elsa, esme,and yuliana. i am 9 years old hello my name is rose.......bye my name

my name is Tana T. DEEYELL and I,m at Nicolaau s B>Day party because I am!

HEI HELLO MY NAME IS NOAH AM AT NICOLA'US BIRTH DAY PARTY ALL OF MY FRIENDS QT

I am the best because I am at a paarty it is a awesome!

Happy Birthday Nicalaua my name is Daawa i Hope you have a good Birthday

Party! Hi !! i my name is Yuliana i go to the neihborhood school my frinds are Elsa,Uzzy,Nico ,Rose,HAven and Quinn

^yuliana :)

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ayurena. i believe you came to me when i barely understood a word when we were just kids you inspired me with your tales walked history holding hands struggled the streets with our passion believed in art. believed in us. fascination. fate. electricity.providence. bliss. empowerment. magic. inspiration. persistanceno words can describe how i feel

i believe in me i believe in you

i believe we can

i believe

i believe 13;31 andy leveau

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shift yourself tears fall back to your eyes

time moves differently down here

the city lights dim the stars but you know youre still there

just like the stars

always there

waiting.

waiting...

@vivawonderland

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i am sitting in this booth trying to think of something to write . ...........i can't think of anything to write.abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz. I am sitting here with my son and I am not used to typing thisanymore . I used to be able to type very fast What is the spoken word?

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i had the final the presentation of the school year . its done , the heellthe hell the imprisoned me for the the last 10 months had spit me back out and im soaked in the savlia the institution. but im stronger for it. i s struggled , stressed not that mcuh, endured, and battled with my comradesof friends and now we can spread our wings and soar like gale the whirlwind.with my tarot card, i have begana helping people and my friends alot morenow. now. i feel like the new part of my life is to finally star... start helping people which i hac

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moon crater skin i still look withini still looked within

city creeped up under my skin

i still felt my sins

feeling more than this moment

i didnt think much more than this

could help me make sense of

sense of seeense of

the thing is i cant

make sense of snse of snse of

sense of nonsense

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the senseless make sense

they just work within their own

understanding of sins

i still, look within

i still felt my skin

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new day thankful for the sky sun kisses my neck

my toes kiss the soil

i sea the sun

i am the night

cover my skin in mud consume me, pacha mama

surrender my sol to the earth

wake up in a cloud

sun kisses my neck

my toes kiss the soil

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rose petal, thats what i was looking at when i ran into some troublei did not know the trouble was a sign until I met him, rose petals werethe first warning and i should have known because they smelled like stripes and boxes and ice

rose petals, that was the first sign. some day i will look back and see what i once once was, it makes me happy to think about future instead of past very very subtle. rose, petals, stems, they all remind me of a day that i was free and giving and untouched by danger or heart break or oblivion. some day soon i know i will remember that when i was free and careful i would sit in a park and smell and write and that was a magical time. very deer to me..me.

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Abraham Lincoln had a lot on his mind

is how the story (Freedom from Grizzlies) began it ended with a rare chocolate covered lily like something out of a robert hass poem

where is the roving typist now

is he in starbucks

why do the chinese ladies dance

for the hell of it

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today i listened to a man tell me the sun is moving into saturn and thatthis means we all need to accept our vulnerability. outside the maiden grass gives itself to the wind and it was then i realized that maybe i just need to become more like nature. in the end all that is left is the dust settling behind the sun.

look out the window. i dare you.

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you can complain that rose bushes have thorns or you can be happy that thorn bushes have roses.-as told by Veronica age 7

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when the wind blows, and the flowers are in rows i know the sesons changed ...spring or winter sumer and fall the most important thing is love-yuliana rossi age 9 sister is veronica