I want to write poetry. I want to take pictures (especially of Spring.) I want to make jewelry all day. (Dad sparked the idea of starting my own business.... ?!) I want to make a difference to others in the world. I want to learn humanitarian work. VS. I need a job. I need a scholarship. I need to become better.
Neola
Sleepy Head on Grandma's bed.
Birds chirp to say : Begin! to the day
Life is so simple when you are young.
Its warm and you know that Spring has now sprung.
My heart wants to ache as I drive away.
What a pretty town this will always stay.
There's a place in my heart, one of three
It's a favorite place, I'll long to be.
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