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Great Desserts

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Julia Rapp

Deliciously creamy softy sundae
Can't have those at school on Monday
Chunky, choclately, yummy brownie
No, not Girl Scouts kind, don't get clownie.
Awesome huge killer cake,
Forgot the sugar, made a mistake.


Dreaming Dishes

by

Julia Rapp

I wash the dishes.
I fall asleep into my imagination and inspiration.
I see a thousand bubbles around me.
I swim on a sponge to an enormous pan.
I see rainbow bubbles in the light.
It is just a dream, so I wake up and think like a fish.

Nothing in My Mind

by

Julia Rapp

There is not a soul in my mind
I have no spirit in my mind.
Not one parallelogram in sight
Nothing in my mind.
I wonder what to do.

I get so angry I shout loud.
Something in my mind.
I was fresh. Sent to my room.
Better than nothing, in my mind.
I'd rather be a giraffe
or an elephant of course.
I wish I had nothing in my mind
I'm so...

(She cannot speak,
there is nothing in her mind.)

Untitled

by

Julia Rapp

Why is that friends come and go?
Why is that I'm too busy?
Why is that people can be nasty?
That's what I want to know.
Maybe someday I will make more friends.
Maybe someday I won't be busy.
Maybe someday people will be nice.
But why is that things are just the way they are?

Why?

by

Julia Rapp

Why is that friends come and go?
Why is that I'm too busy?
Why is that people can be nasty?
That's what I want to know.
Maybe someday I will make more friends.
Maybe someday I won't be busy.
Maybe someday people will be nice.
But why is that things are just the way they are?