In the elevator at work, I saw a poem (via the CNN Captivate screens they have in elevators now) written by a 7th grader:
I was at the beach and pretended to be Miss Universe.
The water was my audience and the sun my spotlight.
I wish I could remember the name of the 7th grader to give proper credit. But I loved it. How wise. How pure. How fun.
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Love this!
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