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I am a nice guy who is crazy about history. I wonder when the human race will put down their weapons and technology to seek peace and solitude. I hear people dying. I see a flying sail ship with people beyond count. I want so much to be on that ship for everyone there seems happy and content. I am anice guy who likes history. I feel very sad about some of the people in poverty. I touch the clouds in the clear blue sky in my dreams. I worry about our world and pollution. I cry about the possibilitie of nuclear war. I am a nice guy who is crazy about history. I understand that our world is not an easy place to make peaceful, but I think that if the world cooperates, we will have peace. I say god (Whoever you believe he is) is with all of us. I dream of a perfect world. I try to be considerate. I hope that the Del Giudice family goes on for a long time. I am a nice guy who likes history.

Picture courtesy of Brent Marilyn. Thank you Brent! Picture found at creative commons.com. the signing of the declaration. independance hall, *Philedelphia, Pennsylvania. www.flickr.com/photos/calium/4195148

//**__The way I see it__** Wnter is like a large snowglobe.// //Where everything is white and fluffy. It can make full grown people re-visit thier child hood days. Winter is like a time machine that can take people back to the b3est times in thier life.

I Hope You Liked It! Please send me applause. You may know me in the class because of my catch-phrase!!!

P.S. SUP!!!!!!!!!! You Know who I am now, don't you!!!//

Music is something that is with all of us, Music is a work of art that the heavenly father has given us. Music may be used for something as simple and miniscule as a lullaby to comfort a baby. Music can be something as intricate and great as over a 100 people singing. Or something as beautiful as a flower, laced with such simple beauty as a perfectly cut tulip. Music is always with us. It is there to be comfort through times of great sorrow and loss. In a way, music is like the world. It has no set beginning or end. It is also like a sphere, three dimensional, and you can look at it in infinite different ways. Whether it is a synthesizer, a chamber orchestra, or a 12 person choir; Music runs through all of us.

the great pharoa has died. Because he is important, he will be mummified.here are the main steps to do so. first, you remove the organs. you make a big slit in the side of the body, reach in and remove all organs except for the heart. After that you take this tool that has a mini spoon at the end. You stick it up the nose and remove the brains. You put the important organs in separate jars. Second, you put the body in a salt-like substance called natron that dries out the carcass. once the body is dry, you then start stage three, the wrapping. Each separate body part is wrapped individualy. The final stage is to place the wrapped up body in its sacophagus ( or coffin). The richer you are the more layers of coffins you get. The Pharoa is now buried and is on his way to the afterlife in his mummified body.

Representative John lewis believes "democracy is an act. I was asked how can we as citezens help and be part of a democracy. In other words,i am going to tell you how you can act in democracy. There are three basic things i will tell you about in my article on this subject. one thing that you can do to take place in democracy is to not allow tyrants or dictators into the leadership role of your country. If you follow this simple rule your country will most likely crumble or be quite unpleasant. You must vote against all tyrants if you believe they will not be good for your country. You could also take place in democracy by voting. If no body votes for democracy, Then chances are; your won't get it! The final way i will be talking about is to show suppoert for democracy; if you don't, then others won't. Several country's and the people in them are too scared to vote for someone who is an anti-dictator, I am sorry for them for they don't get to vote how they want. I have now told you three different ways you could take place in a democracy. Happy Democracy Building!!!

Through the busy noisy street stopping waiting turning accelerating braking through the busy noisy street

Traffic lights Some lights freaky fast Some lights wiked slow. I wonder why the lights are'nt all the same.

my dear aunt joann

Oh, my dear aunt; why have you left us, You know we loved you so, Our hearts miss for you, When you left us, our family felt a great big hole where one of the nicest, sweetest, and funniest family members belonged. Oh, we still mourn your death among the riches and happiness of life. We love you aunt Joann. Wind Blowing through the brush Quickly running through the tree's The wind calms down fast. lemons Lemons are yellow Quite sour as well They can also some times be quite mellow They make your tongue swell.

Manof the street

A man sat. Smiling. he fed a piece of bread to the geese and moved on. he sat again. and smiled. Again he fed a piece of bread to the geese and moved on. Ahhh! This man! Has he nothing to do but feed bread and sit? It so bothers me, while i'm stuck on this cold desolate world, he can be happy and relaxed while I toil and sweat, hard at work he just moves on. HAH! when he runs out of bread that he shares with the geese, He will then toil and sweat, hard at work to earn his bread, HAH! How foolish his ways of calm and quiet will be! Then he will experience hardship. Yes! When his bread runs out, he will be taken back to our world and be caught in aour web of confusion. There he goes, his last piece of bread, he takes a bite and wastes the rest on a silly goose. HAH! He now has nothing, he must turn to our world to get food and materialwealth; but he turns away and goes back to his walking and sitting. That fool! Soon he will hunger, but he does nothing. Soon our family's will eat the nights bread, and what does he do about it? Nothing. He for some reason, even though he lacks in material wealth; is happy! Only an idiot would be or could be. He is somewhere beyond us. He gets up turns toward me, smiles. For some reason beyond me, I care; I care for this man of the streets.