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Life shall be disturbingly lonesome, already is rather, for with Micah going to Gordon, he'll be more like an occasional shadow, an impression of a brother, as he fits in with his work schedule and squirrels away in halls of learning. Big sister Kendra, even though she has already graduated, will be taking a Spanish class at Georgia State soon. I like school, and get a lot from it, but wonder why one would wish to be held once again by the bonds of education when they have already graduated? I guess it's just the best way to learn. Really the main reason I have anything against school would be that which is already stated, its taking away of my older siblings, but little more.
I recently set to work on a poem about egg and cheese and sausage biscuits. Actually how sausage biscuits surpass egg and cheese buscuits. I showed it to Micah, but I don't think he was as impressed as I was with my results. That actually was a while back, but though I have since looked at it again, I see that it's hopeless. How many characteristics can you cram into cheese? Besides mushy, yellow, sometimes green if it's moldy, and other times sickeningly rich? Even though it is good in some food. Have you ever met a graceful piece of cheese?
I give up.

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