POETRY
SHARK
Thruogh the water he doth creep,
For he truly is the king of the deep.
Oh, this beast, most misunderstood,
Trying to exist like all of us would.
Over 52,000 killed per year,
Yet they never shed a single tear.
These noble beasts have existed for years,
Being destroyed due to our sensless fears.
They may hold the cure to cancer,
Who knows what other problems they could answer.
Sometimes their stomach holds vast treasures,
Such as fur coats and other such pleasures.
They can swim in cancerous pollution,
Maybe one day they will be the sollution.
In both salt and fresh others can swim,
A world without them would be grim.
So we should leave them alone and let them be,
In their home under the sea.
                      -by Shannon Donnelly

DARE TO BE DIFFERENT
Some people try hard, just to fit in,
Me, I would rather sit on a pin.
Being different is the way for me,
Weird is the only way to be.
Not careing what anyone else is saying,
Will make life a little more interesting.
What you think is all that means anything,
Even if everyone else thinks your a ding-a-ling.
Wether it just around the holidays,
Or a regular thing everyday.
Wether dressing like a Beatle, or having spiked hair,
Or looking like you've stepped out of some bizzar nightmare.
Grabbing hair and yelling MUSH! or growling when your infuriated,
Or wearing shoes of
green, blue, yellow, and red.
Einstein, Emmerson,and Disney,
Presley, Socraties, and Davincie.
The Write Brothers and Picasso,
Franklin, Jesus, and Galalleo.
They dared to be different, stood out of the crowd,
They were called weird, but they were proud.
Just be yourself, however strang that may be,
And you will live your life in total glee.
                            -by Shannon Donnelly

Ocean King
As I walk upon the ocean
with silver and gold wings
As I look down below me
The ocean creatures are the kings
              
              They live in their environments
               Most untouched by human hands
               But humans are coming fastly
               In groups as big as bands
            
                            They are loosing their royalty
                            With humans close behind
                            The royalty is not handed down
                             It's lost for no one to find
              
               The humans are getting greedy
               Greedy as can be
               And they are killing off
               The kings of the sea 
                                                             
                                  
                                    
                                        
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