I'm hungry too. I'm at my cousin's place... Hmmmm. What should I do?I'll just sit here and wait for dinner.They're easy to make! I'm already hungry and it's only 9 AM.
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Spaghetti and meat, YUM!I'm going to have spaghetti and meat sauce yum!
I'm going to have spaghetti and meat sauce yum!
That's what I'm having for lunch! LOL
They have a branch in Dubai mall.
That's why the name sounded so familiar!
She is very beautiful. Congratulations!
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I want foooooooooood. 
I'm hungry.
I'm going to Mc Donald's. Junk food is OK in moderation.
I changed my mind on the Spaghetti too...I'm getting Subway. YUM. One more hour!
That's where my cousins had their dinner just now!
War
I don't want war
I don't want blood
I want the children to be happy
No to the bombardment
These children have souls
These children should be free
They want an education
They deserve a future
They love life
They need the peace
The blessed white eternal peace
The peace of the olive trees
That sway with the winds
I remember, when
The windows of the houses were blossoming
With people
Their children had books
Then hate was poured in the shadows of their homes
One the night
This cycle continues
Violence, silence, then more violence
We need a voice
We need freedom
We need love
I hate this hatred
I hate apartheid
Here's a poem I wrote about war on my way back from the mall.
Note: A piece of figurative language in this poem is from a song I like.
I don't want war
I don't want blood
I want the children to be happy
No to the bombardment
These children have souls
These children should be free
They want an education
They deserve a future
They love life
They need the peace
The blessed white eternal peace
The peace of the olive trees
That sway with the winds
I remember, when
The windows of the houses were blossoming
With people
Their children had books
Then hate was poured in the shadows of their homes
One the night
This cycle continues
Violence, silence, then more violence
We need a voice
We need freedom
We need love
I hate this hatred
I hate apartheid
Here's a poem I wrote about war on my way back from the mall.
Note: A piece of figurative language in this poem is from a song I like.
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