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Blue skyI have a blue crayon in my handIt is truly beautifully grandIt is the color of the sky…I wonder now, can the sky tell a lie?It could whisper to me and say,You're not really here today.You are back in that placeWhere you do have a face.I would grin and smileAnd know it'd not be true for awhile.Then the sky would say with glee,I'm a yellow chickadeeI'm not what you would think,I'm really the color pink!But a lie the sky can't tell,And it's best I do not dwellOn the could be's and should be'sOr I'll fall down on my kneesFor now my life is simpleAnd I smile with a dimple,While the sky in its youth,Only tells the truth.For if the sky could tell a lie,Everything would go awry.
Nightwatch- writenIt was a crash that awoke the pair, and sent them rushing around and bumping into things randomly, hitting each other headfirst and causing dismay around the room until the only half sensible mind in the room turned on the lightswitch.Of course, being the madmen...no...being mad as they were (for they were not men, save for perhaps the hatter, but he was more beast than man) they complained that he light was too bright, and the doormouse (who had turned it on to make the chaos stop) turned it off once more.Their eyes adjusted quickly to the dark and at once the clinking of dishes was heard as the mad hatter began to pour cold tea into the dirty cups and the marsh hare settled himself besides the hatter, clinking his saucer and cup together for more tea.At last things quieted down, and conversation began, "Well, Doormouse! You have woken us up and even though I KNOW that it is tea time, it really isn't polite to wake one up, and time is mad allready and he can't get mad at us MORE if
TerabithiaI shall write here, the second time I entered Terabithia.I have only been there twice, and both times they have been wonderful, though the second more sorrowful than the first.The first time it was vague, it was vague and I would not remember it until the second time that I came, but remember it I did.I came to terabithia through a portal. It was...in my school, in my theatre. We were practicing for a play. My drama teacher was speaking, and after that...he left. He had been yelling at us before, me and the other drama students, some with faces, and others not, we found teh door....the dor to Terabithia, but we didn't go through. We went back into a room with oldfashioned desks and sat and discussed what we should do. What we said I do not remember, but what we did end up doing I know. We went back stage, and opened a door that was not supposed to be there, because why should it... and I went through the door. The ground was red orange, like the clay in a tennis ball court, and the