My blog was this close to shrivling up and dying. I should not neglect it like I've been doing.


I have up-dated my links. There should not be any dead blogs left on the list.

I was looking over some of my previous posts. Somehow I just don't know why I thought I could keep up with a blog. I can't even role-play!

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Since I made the last post, I have grown up quite a bit. I now know about Ron Paul, I have had a chicken die in my hands, I've watched a favotite goat die, and then a baby goat died, only a few months later, while I was at my grandmothers. I've had a broken appendix, moved to a new church (It's quite good. everyone is so friendly, and there's so few people there that I know them all. We're the only children in it, and Daddy and Mama are the youngest couple.) I ahve learned to play the piano fairly well, and my next recital is on Friday. I will be playing Prelude in C by J. S. Bach. I played it last summer in my grandmother's church for the offertory. I've written two poems, my very first ones, neither of which are any good, one of which I cannot find, and the other of which I will post here for you:

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.....Cloudless, starless sky

.....Shiny, watching eyes

.....Fingers, freezing cold

.....This is a story Old

.....So Old...

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That one is supposed to be creepy. I made it for a contest. (Guess who didn't win?)

The other one was about leaves. I wish I could find it.....

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So, as I can think of nothing more to post about at the moment, I will leave it at that.

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Byebye!