week fifteen

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eff missed opportunities

opportunity came a knocking

but no one answered the door

so opportunity tried the door knob

and it was unlocked.

opportunity opened the door and walked inside

it hesitantly hollered, "is anyone home?"

as it walked across the dark hallway

unfortunately for opportunity

the owner of the house

had recently discovered a gas leak

and had evacuated the house

to wait for the repair man

just then opportunity found the light switch

trav clark

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ipod shuffle

you can't always get what you want
but if you try sometimes, you just might find
you get what you need
we all need somebody to lean on
so lean on me when you're not strong
and i'll help you carry on
for it's the eye of the tiger
it's the thrill of the fight
rising up to the challenge of our rivals
and we are the champions my friend
and we'll keep on fighting til the end
it's the end of the world as we know it
but i feel fine.

megan morton

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have a great summer

you probably always just assumed they were wishing you a good summer, but here are some other (very likely) interpretations of h.a.g.s.

hold a great seance
harm a good samaritan
hold a greasy snake
hold a greasy seance
have a greasy summer
hear a gaseous sound
hams are good'n soggy
holler at girls' seats
hey! any girls sexy?
hello? are goblins secret?
help!!! aunt gertrude sharted!!
he-man's a great swordsman
houdini: a gay sorcerer?
hidalgo: ain't going somewhere
hope a girl sexts (get it? sexting...?)
hello and good september
hurry amber, gordon's shedding!
heaven's a goody shelter
haven't any girls sexted?
hurray! a glowing scepter!
have any good spleens?
had a good spleen.
hell's a great sauna
hairy as german sisters
have any good stuff?
hear amber greatly speak
heard amber's "great" speech; had a good snore

amber dobson and austinrory hackett

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the epitome of good design is something
that is functional and looks beautiful

on occasion, my hair reminds me of a schoolyard

a schoolyard in hell

well, maybe not hell, just some place close to hell

like las vegas, the city of sin.

i think that everyone needs to spend
seventeen afternoons in a row playing

the craps table in a run-down las vegas casino
just to get enough money

to travel to the philippines

and sell all of their playstation 1 video games

to people that have never even heard of tony hawk.

if i meet tony hawk in a dark alley im going to shake his hand

and then im going to kiss him on the mouth

and then im going to ask if he wants to trade clothes

and if he says yes

im going to retire.

chris duce

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my hair

its in my face

its hot on my neck

it clogs my drain

it gives me headaches

my mom finds it in the vacuum

it can ruin a kiss

if it gets in my mouth

my friends say they find it

even after i go

my hair, my hair

its everywhere

people compliment it

some even call me repunzel

they say "i'd kill for that kind of hair"

that seems a little drastic

cold blooded murder, for something so bothersome

i cant complain though

and i cant cut it off

because i fear that im like joe

in little women, and that like her

my hair is my one true beauty

aly cain

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i met you on the day you died

i met you on the day you died.

barely knew you for an hour.

if it weren't for careless dads and pools

this day would be less dour.

content with my ipod and tanning oil,

i watched you splash with your friends.

but after a while i got too hot.

that's when we first shook hands.

you asked me my name and told me yours.

you couldn't be more than five.

you showed me the styles you knew how to swim

and how you could almost dive.

it felt nice to make a new friend that day.

i don't get to see kids that often.

don't remember the last time i smiled so much.

i'll admit, your jokes were awesome.

or maybe it was just the life in you.

kids have a magic about them.

they charm with the simplest laugh or smile,

tools they use to evade any problem.

but this day would be different from any before.

at least for this young provo family.

did you hit your head on the side of the pool?

someone may have seen, but not me.

your body was blue and no heartbeat was found.

i watched as your dad kept on praying.

someone made a quick call and soon help had arrived.

i tried but couldn't hear what they were saying.

and sooner or later or i don't know when,

time was all running together,

they announced what i feared more than anything else,

the emptiness in your frail little figure.

i'm sorry for all the games you won't play.

i'm sorry for the girls you won't kiss.

i'm sorry for parents who will never forget

the vivacious son that they miss.

and now i sit and write by myself

about things that i don't understand.

why some of us live and some of us die

and who draws this master plan.

lindsay erickson

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7/30/2009

as i return to where i lost and then found myself i start to question if this journey will be as productive as others. i am further built than any previous moment, but some of the foundation has cracked...and what i have lost has crumbled and there are no hands of retraction to reach into the chasms of the past to piece me back together as i was. i will make an attempt to build on what remains until one day this top heavy soul topples down on my legacy beneath me. through the wreckage i hope those i love piece together a puzzle that creates the concrete story of (my name).
aug 30 1984-

erik fullmer

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there is so much that is wrong with the world

and yet there is so much, so much that is right

the cool air blowing on my face and legs in my 105 degree car

the juicy watermelon that somehow quenches
my thirst and hunger at the same time

the cards i made for my sisters
that somehow make me feel
like i'm not so far away from them anymore-

there is so much, so much that is right with the world

it just takes a little more to see it.

bianca merkley

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gravedigger diction; or, a note to the kid
that sits in the back of my english class

your deep, slow, expressionless voice
that i first heard when you volunteered
to read creon's part in "antigone" out loud

is exactly like the one i imagine hearing when i die,
and death arrives in my bedroom
with his scythe and billowing black cloak.

my hope, though, is that your voice is not the only trait
you and the stealer of souls have in common;
the more similarities the better, really.

for example, i hope to find him rocking nervously back and forth
obviously unsure how to start the conversation -
wringing his hands, then stuffing them in his pockets.

i assume death will be accompanied by a cold wind.
if this lifts his cloak a bit, i want to see over-sized tennis shoes.
i want thick white socks bundled around his skinny ankles.

and above all (please, please, pleeaase), i want so badly
for him to explain the details of my imminent fate
entirely through references to star wars.


luke 19:5

how did he
know it's me
in this tree?
he must be
the only
son of he -
he who we
say made seas,
rocks and bees,
and this tree.


story #5

this is a story about the 23 inch pizza my friends ordered. that's race-horse size. it's the pizza version of trying to give a piggyback to a person giving a piggyback to a person giving a piggyback to a person. i can't remember all the toppings they got on it and the story would be better if i did remember. there were peppers. other than that, i don't remember. but it was for sure more than just peppers.

i got cheese sticks and didn't finish them. the end.

austinrory hackett

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