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14. Procrastination. If you had more time, you’d be able to put it off longer. What do you put off to the last moment? Why? Tell a story about how you just barely got something done in time – or didn’t.
Alternate: Splat! Use that word in a story or a poem.

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leland and grey

Man at Sea

Dark clouds filled the sky
The sea became rough
I try to control my little boat
The waves get bigger
The sky gets darker
Out of nowhere a shark appears
Then another, and another
There are now many sharks
To many to count
The seas are so rough
That every time my boat
Rocks a little water splashes in
Struggling against Mother Nature
I grow scared
And I wonder if I’ll
Ever make

My Shell

As i walked across the sand,
I came upon a shell.

It wasn't really special,
just an ordinary shell,

but there was something about it,
that made me pick up it up.

As i reached down to grab it,
I felt is pointy top.

It swirled up to the point,
with many little horns.

I was about to toss it,
back into the sand,

when i saw something special,
on the inside of this shell.

The Moon

Free Verse Poem

Moon.
The shining essence of all that is unattainable.
A shade of tan, like beach sand.
Looking into the sky on a cloudless night, the moon seems to take on a silvery glow.
In reality, about as shiny as an asphalt roadway.
Sprinkled with ragged particles of moon dust.
Hanging golden in a total lunar eclipse.
The wan color of moonbeams bloom in moon gardens.

Lilly and the Moon

Lilly and the Moon

Once upon a time there was a small girl named Lilly.
Every night before going to sleep, Lilly liked to open the shutters of her window, climb out onto her roof and talk with the moon.
The soft evening air would brush against her cheeks as she whispered secrets to her dear friend.
One evening, she noticed that the moon seemed sad. She asked him what was wrong.

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