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Where the Dandelion grows...

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The Dandelion

She will blow and blow
But will never know
Where the little dandelion will go
Where the little dandelion will grow.
The wind takes it high
The wind takes it low
But still she will never know
Where the little dandelion will go
Where the little dandelion will grow.
By, Chelsea

I'm a military brat and this is my place. Read along if you like...
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Friday, February 1, 2008
5:11:53 PM EST
Feeling Chillin'

TGIF!!!:D

Yea!!!! it's friday !!!! No school and no homework except 4 me! :( I hav 2 do 3 lessons again! my math teacher is mean!!!!!!! :P I hate math!!!!!>:(

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Thursday, January 31, 2008
5:06:56 PM EST
Feeling Happy

New to this

Hi my name is gabby and i am new 2 this journal thing so i really don't know what 2 write !!!!!

I LUV PETE WENTZ!!!!



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1:31:13 PM EST
The Military Brat

My hometown is nowhere, my friends are everywhere.
I grew up with the knowledge that home is where the heart is
and the family....

Mobility is my way of life.
Some would wonder about roots, yet they are as deep and strong
as the mighty oak. I sink them quickly, absorbing all an area offers
and hopefully, giving enrichment in return.

Travel has taught me to be open.
Shaking hands with the universe, I find brotherhood in all men.
Farewells are never easy.
Yet, even in sorrow comes strength and ability to face tomorrow
with anticipation....if when we leave one place,
I feel that half my world is left behind. I also know that
the other half is waiting to be met.

Friendships are formed in hours and kept for decades.
I will never grow up with someone, but I will mature with many.
Be it inevitable that paths part, there is constant hope
that they will meet again.

Love of country, respect and pride
fill my being when Old Glory passes in review.
When I stand to honor that flag, so also do I stand in honor of all
soldiers, and most especially, to the parents whose life created mine
Because of this, I have shared in the rich heritage of Military life.


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