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You may think wrestling is easy
But its not, there is more to wrestling
Than take down and pin
You got to have a good and low stands
You got to want to win want to beat the best
You half to be strong and dedicated
To put up with coach shit 6 day a week for two hours
You half to be on time every day
If your not 25 min early your late
To be a great wrestler you most be dedicated
And loyal and make up days u mist by running or double practice
But yea wrestling the best no dough about that

What does it mean to be a Vermonter? I would say it means to have a big four wheel drive truck to do the work around the yard and live on a mountain top surrounded in trees. I also think it means to go hunting every moment you can. I really like Vermont so I don’t really think I would change much. In ten years if I could still live here in Vermont I would because I don’t like the big city’s that much because of all the traffic and the living environment. So I would love to live in Vermont with the woods and the great views. The most important thing about life in Vermont I would say the environment. In the cities there are usually a lot of vehicles and big trucks. The vehicles and big trucks pollute the air but in Vermont there isn’t as many of the cars and trucks so the air is better. The trees also help with the clean air.

Wrestle
Is life
You may wonder
what the best sport
in the world is
but really there isn’t a
best sport in the world yea
there isn’t different people have different opinion
Jeremy thinks wrestling is the best sport
Brandon think football is the best
that’s a hard question with
no correct answer but
ur own I
think Wrestling
is

If I had the powers to read other people minds that would be awesome I would read what’s on the teachers a mind to try and get the answers on a test or quiz. Or when she is trying to trick or pull pranks on the class. If I could read minds I could tell what a girl is thinking about me. I would have families pay me so I can tell them what there wife wants for there anniversary. What someone wants for there birthday our Christmas. I could make my own television show were I read people minds. When I go to the bank I would read pin number off your head, I could also work security to see who is thinking of robbing the bank. I could be the president right man and keep him safe. If I had the power to read mind I would probably be a detective or more like a lying detective, tell if the suspect is telling the truth about his dead wife in his beach house. Well it doesn’t take a genius to figure out he was lying.

The night was dark and cold the little girl sat shivering on a door step. Why did this happen? How could this happen? Such a poor innocent girl who should be laughing and playing is sitting by herself all glum and sad. Her dress is warn, old, and kind of gray. Her feet are bare and bleeding, it looks like she had been walking for miles. Her hair was mangled and wet the brown locks covering her face like a mask. Her deep brown eyes just wishing someone would come and hold her tight. But still she sits there all alone with no one to love her and no one to care for her. All the trees and flowers seem to wither and die in their sadness for the poor lonely girl sitting on the doorstep.

Today I remembered
why I loved you before
But I also remembered
why I hated you so much
but it's hard to let go
because I remember
what you were like
I remember
how u called me beautiful
I remember
how your touch felt
I remember
Your smell and how it made me weak
I remember
you were all I dreamed about
But I also remember how you walked away
How you became
what I wished you weren’t
How you hurt me so badly
Yet I still look past it because
When I see you smile
I remember
That you made me smile like never before
And when I hear you laugh
I remember
That when I was with you that was all I did
But I wish just one time
I could watch you cry
So I could remember
that I cried all night long
And it was all because of you
But yet I still forget

When ever I am with you
Everything seems to be okay
When I am sad you know what to do
You always brighten up my day

I didn’t love you in the beginning
Although I could not see
That you are always forgiving
Of all I can not be

Every night I lie awake
Staring at the starry sky
Scared of all the mistakes I make
I desperately don’t want to say bye

You make the sun in my sky bright
You took away the darkness
Even through the night
You have left me with no sadness

You don’t judge my past
You make my future worth living
I want to make this moment last
My love I won’t stop giving

Best Hunt Ever

It was the second week of rifle season at approximately 6:15 p.m. when I woke up to a fresh covering of nice sticky snow. Excited and eager to get started, I put on my rocky hunting boots and camouflage. I grabbed my model seven Remington 7mm-08 and headed to my favorite spot. It snowed about three inches and was perfect for tracking so my hopes were high for seeing that trophy whitetail. I started my slow descent out through my back yard and into the oak trees. I had a good half hour to forty five minutes till I would reach my favorite spot. I walked slow and easy and watched my surroundings for any movement in hopes of spotting a deer.
That night the temperature had dropped about six degrees so the deer were moving. When I reached the rock wall where my pop up blind was I noticed a track in the snow about twenty feet from my stand under an apple tree. Under further checking I had noticed the bed of the deer and realized that the deer can’t be far.