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"I am ever so thirsty," thought the wildflower, as she let the wind pose her more provocatively on the hillside. (It was the sun's disposition to call apon these parts daily, But no rain had come to visit' in over a fornight.) The weeping willows were even starting to look happy as the land was too parched for them to cry. A monarch fluttered by, bringing the midday news, but no word of clouds from the west. The wildlflower saw only miles of pale blue stretched across the horizon, and knew: another long summer.

back and forth, back and forth. rocking gently, swinging. Grammie telling stories of childhood. She lived next door. In the big, brick-chimney house. "Mother's nose is best" she recalls. giggling birds chirping in the summer like tea kettles whistling for afternoon tea. Goldie is purring as he watches the birds sing their sweet songs. I pet Goldie. purring. laughing. chirping. Don't ever forget this moment. Drifting off to slumberland as the swing creaks. back and forth, back and forth. rocking gently, swinging.

Hidden flames dancing wildly, Flickering through the night. Burning brightly till the morning, Lighting their surroundings For the work you must do. Using the light, You spread your voice To a world too busy to listen. They'll get the message When they look up above. As it burns brightly, The skies fill with light. Your task is almost complete. The wind blows in, Finishing your work As the flame dies down. As the people wake up From their refreshing slumber, They see your message Blazoned across the sky, But can only wonder What it means.

I bet I make you feel ignorant, I bet I do a real good job. I stand here using my words, Knowing that all who hear Can understand me. Except for you. I see your face When you struggle to grasp The words that are closer to me Than second nature. I stand here before you, And I can see, See the look in your eyes, And I know, Know exactly what you feel. I hear the others standing there, Behind your back they glare And laugh at your ignorance. But everyday I realize Just a little bit more That we are the ignorant ones. Why else would we laugh When a stranger is confused By the slang we abuse. We invite ourselves To this ex