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Good morning People. Is it rude that I call you "People"? So yesterday was an adventure. I babysat 6 kids from 10:00 until 2:00. The (probably) 12 year old was very helpful. The (probably) 9 year old was super sassy (He always is) and he beat me at chess. (I haven't played chess in well over two years, I think I did pretty well.) Then there was the normal 6, 4, and 3 year olds that I watch all of the time and also their baby sister. Needless to say it was exhausting. We walked the 10-20 minute trek to the park, played for about ten minutes and then had to rush home because the oldest had to go babysit for somebody at 2. Their parents picked us all up on the side of the road. I had been carrying the 4 year old, watching closely the 3 year old. The 9 year old was walking and holding his skates and complaining about something. (I didn't care what) The 12 year old was pushing the baby in the only stroller and the 6 year old was walking. Good times.
I came home and we left to the chiropractor where we waited for a while before hitting traffic on the way home and then dinner took a long time to cook so we missed church. I was pretty bummed. Two reasons.
1-My friends are leaving today and that would've been my last chance to say goodbye
2- My pastor is doing a study on the history of the Church and it's like a review on my school year. I really love it.
Oh well, maybe next week. So I started writing a poem again yesterday. #2 looks at me, asks what I'm doing and then grunts something like, "Oh it's that poem thing again." I'm just thinking to myself Don't judge #2! But I decided to keep my mouth shut. I will show you my poem so far, but it is unedited. (Watch me edit it as I type it. LOL.) I don't have a title yet, so if you guys have any ideas let me know.


The tongue truly can no man tame
What I think and say are nearly ne'er the same.
Intending to greet or say something sweet,
I go and verbally chop like raw meat.
Whoever said that stick and stone
may break my bones but words'll never hurt me?
They lied to you, straight their teeth through.
Words are vicious
Like animals
Vivacious
Like the poison of the scorpion, they sting,
Wounding the one to which they fling.
Be careful with your words oh little one,
And do, do try to tame thy tongue.


ok yeah. Totally edited that. This is what I wrote yesterday:
The tongue truly can no man tame
What I think and say are nearly ne'er the same
Intending to greet
I chop like raw meat
whoever said sticks and stones
will break my bones
but words will never hurt me?
They were wrong; they lie through their teeth.

I like the edited version better. Well it is almost time for me to go babysit again. Have a good day, people.

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