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i saw a stick on the ground it was broken.
i picked it up and took it home .
i nursed the stick back to health.
it became my best friend but then i had to let it go and let it live back in it’s natural habitat.
it flew away and i never saw it again
By alex URL on 12.17.2010
A stick is a long, brown object that you brake off of a tree branch. You can do many things with a stick: poke an anthill, poke your grandmother, or hold up a heavy sunflower. Sticks are very rough and can give you splinters. I like sticks.
By Laura on 12.17.2010
A long wooden thing that a dog likes to play with when an owner throws it at him.. It can be used to hit or poke a person. People can use two of them to build a fire for camping. Some celebrities are called this.
By Nicole on 12.17.2010
She barely glanced at the stick as she swung it between her fingers. ‘So.’
‘How’ve you been?’
Round and round. The stick spun and spun, speeding and speeding, until it was just a blur.
By Raiya Moon URL on 12.17.2010
stick with me.
stick up for me.
make me bold.
sticks and stones
lay hard against my soul
sticks crack under the weight of the world
By Alex Jane URL on 12.17.2010
there was a stick in the woods that my dog found one day and fell in love with. the stick was old and the dog was young. there is no purer of love than the love of a dog for a stick. you are a stick, and i am a dog.
By deb on 12.17.2010
You look like a praying mantis
With your head erect and high
Ever claiming dominion
Over the beautifuLl garden
By the blue fountain
Waiting to be crowned king
By Mind-Twister on 12.17.2010
I don’t know what use sticks have, apart from the saying, “sticks and stones can break your bones, but words can never hurt you”. I’ve always thought that that saying was utter junk, because words can hurt you, and sticks don’t usually break your bones – unless they’re logs or something, and then they’re not really sticks because sticks are things which have fallen off trees and because logs are the main parts of trees they can’t really fall off. So yeah – I don’t think that the saying makes any sense.
By Arianna URL on 12.17.2010
I like sticks. The most fun you can have with a stick in my opinion involves dogs. Dogs love to fetch and play with them. I have little ones, so they more like to chew them. It’s good for their teeth honestly, it scrapes off the plaque. I think bigger dogs might be more fun though, since they can carry them around and they’re big enough then to throw well.
By mike URL on 12.17.2010
You’re stuck in my mind. I shake you away, but you stick. Too many memories and too many reminders.
By Madeline URL on 12.17.2010
Sometimes i feel like a stick. I’m nothing more. Not too get too emo about it it’s hard to feel like the full tree when you’ve been alone for so long. I am a stick. I am not the tree.
By Hayley on 12.17.2010
You attached yourself to me long ago. I shook you off.
Now all I want is for you to stick back to me and I would never let you go.
By Hayley URL on 12.17.2010
A stick of butter does not go far during the holidays. Many years ago my daughter learned that a stick of butter sticks pretty good in her hair. Sticks to my belly as well!
By Benjamin A. Cornett URL on 12.17.2010
how does one go about writing about a stick? I expected courage, or some controversial issue in a one word format. But something as simple as a stick? I guess turn your experiences around. You may ask for something deeper but end up with something simpler, but more meaningful than what you asked for.
By Megan on 12.17.2010
Stick with it and you might succeed. Even if you don’t, you’ll make for a beautiful failure.
By Deb Kelley URL on 12.17.2010
I stick it in my arm then everything fades away until it makes me sick and i just cant take it anymore. everything is lost, im lost and i just want to escape. i cant like like this anymore… i wish i could just disappear.. instead i disppear into the needle.. with one stick. i hate this. but i know there is a better way and it makes it even worse.
By Meredith on 12.17.2010
Sticks come from trees. Trees are one of natures most beautiful creations ever. Sitting under a tree playing my guitar with the wind blowing through my hair is the most peaceful place on earth. Unless a stick falls and hits you on the head. But that simply reminds me that I am indeed alive and living and that I can feel. Isn’t that what we all want to believe? That we are truly alive?
By Olivia Marie on 12.17.2010
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