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    Here is where I will post my writing. Note: This is all copyrighted and you can get in very big trouble for plagiarising it.
    This first piece I wrote when I was nine. True story, bro.

    Explodin' Ravioli


    James ----, my old man,
    Once thought that he could open a can.
    So I let him get my lunch,
    But he's the one I want to punch!
    I mean, sure, he got it open,
    But, of course, it was explodin'!
    So guess what's all over me?
    Ahh, man, my Ravioli!!


    This next poem was written in a cemetery.
    Lonely Roads
    Lonely roads and hungry ghosts
    Abandoned dreams and fallen hopes
    Memories of past lives
    Skeletons of buried wives
    Men, women, and children, too
    Rest in pieces, watching you.