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Thursday, January 23, 2014
Allusion Poetry Draft
I sit at
the top of the class,
yet
the bottom of the ladder.
Who wants to be
friends
with the studious,
awkward,
academically driven
nerd?
I wonder.
There was none,
then
there was one.
Courageous
and bold,
witty and brave.
Determined and kind,
clever mind.
The second behind him
was quirky
and true.
Yet the same as me,
and they
were the first.
Dragged out
into the open,
into adventure,
into life.
Basilisks,
talking hats and
revived wizards
over a pitcher
of butterbeer.
They shared
themselves
and I took
for my own.
Courageous
and bold,
witty and brave.
They became
a part
of me.
Still studious,
I am perched
at the top
of the class
and the world.
And for that,
I believe
10 points to Gryffindor.
the top of the class,
yet
the bottom of the ladder.
Who wants to be
friends
with the studious,
awkward,
academically driven
nerd?
I wonder.
There was none,
then
there was one.
Courageous
and bold,
witty and brave.
Determined and kind,
clever mind.
The second behind him
was quirky
and true.
Yet the same as me,
and they
were the first.
Dragged out
into the open,
into adventure,
into life.
Basilisks,
talking hats and
revived wizards
over a pitcher
of butterbeer.
They shared
themselves
and I took
for my own.
Courageous
and bold,
witty and brave.
They became
a part
of me.
Still studious,
I am perched
at the top
of the class
and the world.
And for that,
I believe
10 points to Gryffindor.
Thursday, January 9, 2014
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