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Aaah, I haven't posted in AGES! I need a creative outlet! Soo, I'm gonna write out a poem I wrote a couple of days ago.

How Life Does Go

by Chanelle-Lize Marshall

Life is a crumbling trail.

Never falter, never fail.

Every footstep must be wise,

For you cannot appologize.

Backwards never, that is so,

For that is how our life does go.

Life is a jarring goad.

A flash desicion at a fork in the road.

Each way could be good or bad,

Strong choice or passing fad.

Forward always, that is so,

For that is how our life does go.

Life is a pressing flood,

Every runner sharing blood.

You must help those fallen down,

Or you may, yourself, lonely, drown.

Abbandon never, that is so,

For that is how our life does go.

Life is a decrepit stair,

Growing harder, never fair.

With every step the light grows dim,

Until you learn to trust in Him.

Upwards striving, that is so,

For that is how our life must go.

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Yawn . . . um, whatever, I feel really weird and random and jumpy and weird and jumpy when i'M TIRED . . . dang . . . press the stupid caps lock . . .

ANYWAYS, this is me. As a wolf.

It says "Sudo" because on the internet I'm know as Sudosane (accidentally-purposefully mispelled "pseudosane", meaning "falsely sane"), Phasahd, Phase, Pulseh, or Pulsahda.

I'm so proud of myself. I seriously put my personality on a wolf EPICLY.

And then . . . SSC . . .

And, of course, they had to graffiti up my artistry with a poem . . . well, I asked them to. Just didn't seem right if they didn't . . .

Channy is a Wolfie

this is a wolfie
who sings out of key
because her mouth is glued together
with a string of toffee

she always says "whoopee"
as she howls with glee
and she has a pink player
to play mp3s.

Fox in a Box on the Rox

oO Quiet! The Queen of Faildom speaketh!! Oo

lawl, SSC . . . (this is from last weeks meeting)

I drew the coyote/dingo/hyena mix, by the way. Notice what I scribbled over his poem? He's not a fox!!!

"False Fox's Poem" (as typed above his head)
by Cara, Maryam, Nina, and Jesse (right?)

This is a fox

He has chicken pox

He rox my sox (Maryam, I soooo know that one was you)

He can pick locks

he lives in a box
he's friends with the hawks
and also the ox
he can say plox (lawl, Jesse)
he likes to eat rocks
he finds on the docks.

he hates beanstalks
but loves cakewalks
he owns macaques
who eat other hawks

(the rest is written on the top of the whiteboard)

he forms mohawks / for the kulaks / he hates peacocks / in all epochs // opportunity knocks / when he builds with woodblocks.

(end of poem)

I love my SSC! 8D

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PS: I drawled him's head. :P (And yes, Jesse, HE'S "PFFT"ING AT YOU!!")