On December 19, 2005 My figurative Little Sister died after an eight month battle with cancer. She was only 14 years and two months and eight days old.
On December 21, 2005 I got a call from one of my friends saying she died. I called the rest of my figurative family. We spent the day in tears remembering
On Dcember 22, 2005 My family and i went to school. It was hard and though we spent the day in tears we were happy to be together. At 2:00 pm Eastern-standard time and announcement was made to the school. 3 seconds later to them she was forgotten.
On December 23,2005 I wrote a memorial poem for my only little sister-Sarah Winthrop.
NOW I beg you all to send some money to the American Cancer Society. As this horrible disease slowly and Painfully kills off both my literal and figurative family's
On December 21, 2005 I got a call from one of my friends saying she died. I called the rest of my figurative family. We spent the day in tears remembering
On Dcember 22, 2005 My family and i went to school. It was hard and though we spent the day in tears we were happy to be together. At 2:00 pm Eastern-standard time and announcement was made to the school. 3 seconds later to them she was forgotten.
On December 23,2005 I wrote a memorial poem for my only little sister-Sarah Winthrop.
NOW I beg you all to send some money to the American Cancer Society. As this horrible disease slowly and Painfully kills off both my literal and figurative family's
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On the far left corner of the cemetery hiding in the shadows of the high stone wall was a grave. A girl no more than thirteen walked into the cemetery, for some reason un713 lines, February 12, 2005. In <200 lines, Science fiction
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The.Stars.Go.Blue on June 13, 2006You are very courageous in sharing your "sister's" story with us. I'm sure hse's looking down on you right now smiling. I know that my mother battled with cancer twice, as did my aunt and my grandmother. I guess it's hereditary...hah. Right now I'm trying to stay healthy and keep my hopes up about the future. If my family could beat it, so can I. Anywho, keep your chin up, always remember the good times.
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TWiSTEDxCUPCAKE on May 15, 2006About your contest,Be Mine, I think you are really brave to tell everyone that you are bisexual and I think that reading others` poetry is a GREAT way to find a girl/boyfriend. i am really impressed!!! And, by the way, GOOD LUCK!!!!!!
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PoeticEmily on January 11, 2006i did read "Sarah" btw...
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cherche -d -ame on January 9, 2006I am so sorry to hear about the death of that little girl ( figurative sister of yours)I have a family member with cancer as well...
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