My Notebook

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    My Notebook
    My pen bleeds my soul, every idle word and story untold. Things i thougt could never be told, come out of my pen like water. This may seem old, but to me its new. Every page and every phrase, i swear its true. My life, my fight my cries in the night. Truth in these volumes tell it all. Read these young man's ramblings and eventually you'll see my soul. In My NoteBook

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    cmlestrade commented on My Notebook

    07-14-2009

    Jacorie: I am so proud of our young people when they use this genre to express themselves. I am from a family of writers, My sister and daughter are the poets in the family. I like your simile about about coming out of your pen like water. I am glad to have been able to read your writing.
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    jacorieaaron

    08/10/2009

    Thank You BuNcHeS

    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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