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Pixie dust and pollen crust
fall softly on the grass,
while rainbow tears, like all the years,
run down the leaves like glass.
A flower grew to birth anew
a guardian of beauty
to a world of smog and monopoly dogs,
and conventional equality.
Thoughts of an Eighth Grade MindI still like to skip in the halls.
I still like to dance in bathrooms.
I still like to sing in my hairbrush,
I still love to laugh at things that are two weeks old.
I still use my blankets as forts,
I still use my mirror as a friend.
I still love to dance with Disney classics,
I still love to sing along with them too.
I still love recess and can never stay put.
I still love to laugh just to laugh.
I still climb on the roof,
I still climb in the attic.
I still freakin' love your miss-matching zebra and tiger shoes.
I still love water fountains,
whether I'm in a swim suit or a T-shirt and jeans.
I still order twice what I can eat,
I still blow bubbles in my lemonade.
You may call it immature,
but I call it a teenager who still knows how to have fun.
I still chase the ice cream truck
when I have money on a summer's day.
I still lose quarters when I drop them in the mall.
I still think it's funny when you fart.
I still beg for a quarter just to watch the gumball fall through the machine.
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Bluefley has a gallery filled with artwork that whisks you off in to a Sci-fi daydream, and keeps you captivated for hours. Marc has been a member of our community for over a decade and has achieved nothing but success with his astounding commitment to interacting with the community, sharing a prolific amount of video tutorials and generally being an all round rockstar deviant. It is no joke that we are absolutely delighted to award the Deviousness Award for April 2014 to ... Read More