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8th Grade Poems, To and From
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Complete, First published Apr 22, 2020
Another collection of poems from 8th-grade minds!
 These poems conclude our personal struggles, ups and downs, and friendships (with one another and others) throughout this year. 
 We hope you enjoy and find special meaning for yourself in these poems. May you know that you are not alone and be helped if you are having a difficult year! 
 Also, some of these poems are to each other (there are some that form a "mini poem series," if you will, but it's not stated if they continue each other), some are to other people, and others are just... by themselves. While some of these were inspired by someone, to someone, or about someone, all of these were important to us and have a special meaning. Most were about ourselves and our personal experiences, though. 
May you LOVE, and STAY with your KINDred!
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