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What I've learnt all these years, Is to close both your ears When you hear her slowly starting Her ear-piercing, noisy screaming. She says she wants this, and sometimes even that, This and That, This and That, says this tiny little brat She shouts for a small doll, She screams for a big ball Oh! Those tiny, painful hands That don't stop like few bands. Hitting, slapping, punching, Pulling, scratching, pinching. But do you know, even after all this, After all my fights with sis', I love her much, more than much And I think she does love me as much And so we will, we surely will, Continue our fights with size lil' Our love, our kindness and our care; Our relationship - that we'll always bear. Important Note: This poem is NOT about my little sister, it's just a poem that I made for fun and all the naughtiness in this poem was added for the beauty of it. Coutesy of image : http://www.illustrationcupboard.com/artist.aspx?aId=62&...

The years are slowly passing... Every year is special in either positive or negative ways. Each year, we learn different things and add many events in our memories. But as we all know, something that is started will have to end. 2016 was a very good year when we could accomplish new feats in our life. Now, we have to say goodbye to the wonderful year, 2016, and say hello to the new year, 2017. Some people do feel sad when a year passes but, we have to realize that a new year is a new beginning and that it is another chance to look back into the past, correct our mistakes and be a better person. Look at the amazing possibilities that are coming towards us as the years pass. For some people, their chance will come to do something interesting that has an age requirement, for example, driving. For some people, they might be able to achieve something for that particular year, which might be his only chance in his life. There are many other examples but those are just to make you unde...

I wake up with a start, To later on, depart For I am going out, Out to school to run about. Eight periods we do study And exercise my body, From Monday to Friday And sometimes Saturday. From morning to evening I have a nice feeling, I always stay so cool In my lovely school.

The maker of my dreams Creator of my screams, Well - working super body Made before I was born. She made my strong and tough To face the world so rough, To face the evils bravely And eat a cup of corn. She taught me if no pain Then surely no more gain, Could I study everything To do for my wishes. She buys me everything Laptops to toys and fishes, Sacrificing half her life To make them run, my strife. I'll know my own boldface, My lovely mother's face.

There were 5 classmates in a school they were best of friends. They were John, Andy, Angel, Julie and Jack. They all planned to visit Whitefield lane 2. They wanted to show that they are braver than anyone else and would survive the attack of ghosts. They were really scared though. So they all started to pack their bags. "Are you ready?!?!" asked Andy. "Yes we are ready!!!" the others said and started their trip. They travelled in a private bus which they booked to go to a place near Whitefield lane 2. After 4 hours they reached Whitefield lane 2. They took their bags from the bus and started walking. They found a luxury hotel named 'Live free OR DIE'. The most intelligent of the children, John warned them that it might be a trap for them but nobody listened and didn't pay any heed to him."I don't CARE for you guys! You all DIE!!!!" said John. It started raining cats and dogs. His friends entered their rooms and it was pitch dark. The...

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