Roses are red, Violets are blue, No amount of money, Can stop me from loving you, Try as they may, Try as they might, Iโm not letting go, Without a fight, Some say itโs wicked, Some say itโs sinful, Some itโs wrong, And just wrong, I donโt know much, But when push comes to shove, I definitely donโt believe, Thereโs such thing wrong as love.
Chris ColferWhen one thing takes another away, what do we call that?โ she asked my class. โHomicide!โ I called out
Chris ColferYou're sad-looking," she said. "My grandson used to be such a happy boy. He used to write me stories. I remember the first story he ever wrote me, 'Once upon a time, there was a boy.' And that became 'Once upon a time there was a boy who wanted to fly.' And they kept getting better and better over time. I never found out if the boy got to fly." I gave her a small smile. If only she knew the boy's wings had been clipped.
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