Through the Burrow

Through the burrow, round and round, my burrow, their burrow, our burrow. Through the burrow, round and round, no change as I go below and above the barren ground, until I recognize the soft pitter-patter of the everlasting rain.

This is a poem I wrote about change. You should be able to adapt to the pitter-patter of rain, that's the change. I hope this is one of the most important lessons in life.

Strings on a bass guitar and violin

Hey

there, do you, yes you, play the four stringed bass guitar or violin? Well, I play both. Here's some common knowledge. From lowest to highest, here are the strings on a bass guitar:
E,A,D,G.
Here are the strings on the violin (lowest to highest):
G,D,A,E

My Diary and Me

Dear Diary,
WOO-HOO!!! The basketball season is finally over!!! We won the championships. Mom says Courtney's gonna have to do gymnastics for a whole year. She can't do a back-hand spring, much less a cartwheel or a somersault. My coach is really strict. She hates slackers. That's what Courtney's gonna be on the mats. Anyway, I can see all my friends at gymnastics. I don't worry about being behind, after all, gymnastics was out for like two months.
I'm done venting my happiness.
Muchos Gracias,
Asta la Vista

Reach for the stars

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