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TeenInk How would you rearrange this old cliche? "You can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar" http://t.co/xTNZxcKYxK

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  • Fiction > Romance
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    Pale gold rays of light filter down through the spring green leaves of the canopy. The leaves flutter in the wind’s gentle breeze, whispering secrets of another time. Warmth caresses his face as he gazes skyward. Around him the slim trunks of faded brown trees that make up the woods tower high abo...
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    The oak stands proud Rumbles with importance His bark is rough and weathered But yet he feels young, A sapling....
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    If looks could kill My coffin would’ve turned up in China like a magicians trick. If I had a dollar for every bad look I wouldn’t be living on the streets and feeling so sick. If my mum hadn’t run then I probably would Be taking those vitamins like I should People give me dirty stares B...
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    Salt. Salt you lick from your fingers after eating fish and chips. Salt thats lies in rocks on the beach. Salt you put in the pot full of rice. Vanilla. Vanilla ice-cream slowly dripping down your hand. Vanilla candles in the aromotherapy shop where you had your first job. Vanilla coke lip...
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    He sits in his chair Silent, always silent The memories of his family Missing in action, Presumed dead Wiped away Replaced by gunshots Bombs, screams, deaths It's been sixty years But the pictures are as clear as day. He yawns, sleeps. Dreams, of friends Killed in the war Their scr...

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