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The Sky Laughs and Cries

She loved the way you 

Always laughed with her.

At secrets that only 

Believers can see.

Because you taught her that 

Pretending is 

Different than believing.

That sometimes imagining is 

Knowing, not just 

Wishing.

You taught her that reading the 

Lyrics off the Sun is humbling.

But most of all, she learned from you 

That the 

Sky does cry, but it also

Laughs.

And that's alright, 

You said.

That's the way it is in this 

Less than perfect world.

Because rain mixed with the Sun,

Tears mixed with laughter,

After that always comes a 

Rainbow.

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For Quella

This poem is a birthday present to Quella, who's birthday is today. Happy Birthday, Livi. I love you so much!!

<3 Ave

"You cannot escape anxiety, you cannot escape the clutch of fear at your heart. And yet, I hope the certainty of what we have to meet will help you rise above those fears."

~Eleanor Roosevelt

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Wow Ave! You're

Wow Ave! You're amaing!!!!!!!! I still can't fathom how you come up with such beautiful words! This is incredible! 

<3 Hannah

Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you'll land among the stars...   

Thanks

Hannah, thank you for that comment!! You are also incredible. Sometimes I just don't know how you do it!! <3

"You cannot escape anxiety, you cannot escape the clutch of fear at your heart. And yet, I hope the certainty of what we have to meet will help you rise above those fears."

~Eleanor Roosevelt

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amazing. you always do

amazing. you always do great.

meesh

My name is Rob Zombie

Thanks again!! I was actually

Thanks again!! I was actually really pleased with this....<3

"You cannot escape anxiety, you cannot escape the clutch of fear at your heart. And yet, I hope the certainty of what we have to meet will help you rise above those fears."

~Eleanor Roosevelt

Avery, I love this poem more

Avery, I love this poem more than you know!! thank you so much. Your words always amaze me! xoxo

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.

~Robert Frost

Thanks everybody!

Thanks everybody!

"You cannot escape anxiety, you cannot escape the clutch of fear at your heart. And yet, I hope the certainty of what we have to meet will help you rise above those fears."

~Eleanor Roosevelt