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Hockey
          When I step into the ice cold rink I can feel the breeze on my face
          As I walk toward the lockeroom I can see myself breath as it turns to ice
          
          My team gathers around the coach as we chant before the game
          The cold feel of ice on my face as I stop and it fly's into the air 
          
          The puck hits my stick and I start racing down the ice 
          I hear it fly through the net almost making no sound at all
          My team erupts on the bench and the crowd gose wild 
          
          After the game I step out of this magical world that I call home 
          As I walk away in my mind I can still feel the cold breeze I felt walking in

Barking Angel
          
          One joyful little pup,
          Who has never has an evil thought
          At first she was a trouble,
          Yet we learned to love her
          Even with the accidents in the house,
          To chewing up my brand new shoe
          After that's all over she'll give you a heart felt kiss,
          Even when shes misbehaving
          her heart is as big as can be.

Home
               Home is a place
          A place where you live most of your life out
          Where you grow up into a spectacular person
          Where you have you're most favorite memories 
          Where you play with your friends
          A place you can't forget
          By:Timothy Meehan

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