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| There once was a girl named Tristresse who hated to wear any dress unless it had chains, black or blue as the rain And Leo screaming at stars, I would guess ~by Tess |
| The colors in a sunset are the reds of fire twisting in the wild wind the oranges like a basketball bouncing up and down with the rhythm of a hand the yellows as bright as the front covers to the National Geographic Magazine sitting on a table, waiting to be read. Then there are the pinks of a crazy aunt's bright pink lipstick that she puts on every 5 minutes There are the pinks around the clouds, the color a little girl's dream car should be. There are the purples of the sundress on the lost little girl you saw at the mall. The there's blue, clear blue, up and up and up Blue as the vase your mother says never to touch or it will break - blue frosted glass. And there seems to be sparkles, glitter covering the earth. ~Tess Gonsalves |
| FIRST NAME: Tess Who is a: Swimmer, a painter, a freestyle dancer, and a sports player. Who is relative of: The coolest mom in the world. Who loves: cats, pop/rock music, and sports. Who feels: Happy when someone makes good changes or achievements. Who needs: Her family, her home, her cat, food and a good education. Who fears: Spiders, big and small, and elevators. Who gives: Food to the poor every Christmas. Who would like to see: World peace, Saint Basil's Cathedral in Moscow, Russia, and her favorite actress, Meg Ryan. NICK NAME: Calvin |
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