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Flat as a pancake wrote:Username ;;flat as a pancake
Syva Name ;;sly tooth (sly)
Gender ;; male
Halloween Story about this Syva ;; one spooky Halloween night when the devil rose from his sleep this boy was born and he was unforgettably sly and all ready had teeth!-sharp ones too. he was cursed with the speed grow and that made him grow quickly. on this spooky night the devil did not rest for he had been all ways to tired every other Halloween night.so sly tooth fought a long battle with the devil and guess what HE WON!!!!!!!!
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I feel wet snow on my
cold, dry skin as
the darkness starts
to settle in.The
stars shine bright
to lead my way.
Through tall, snow
covered trees which
bend and sway in
the breeze.My heart
tells me in hours this
day will be past,
when the nighttime
comes to me slowly
at last. I am back in
the snow so pristine
and clean, but
sadness shows me it
was only
a dream.

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I feel wet snow on my
cold, dry skin as
the darkness starts
to settle in.The
stars shine bright
to lead my way.
Through tall, snow
covered trees which
bend and sway in
the breeze.My heart
tells me in hours this
day will be past,
when the nighttime
comes to me slowly
at last. I am back in
the snow so pristine
and clean, but
sadness shows me it
was only
a dream.
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I feel wet snow on my
cold, dry skin as
the darkness starts
to settle in.The
stars shine bright
to lead my way.
Through tall, snow
covered trees which
bend and sway in
the breeze.My heart
tells me in hours this
day will be past,
when the nighttime
comes to me slowly
at last. I am back in
the snow so pristine
and clean, but
sadness shows me it
was only
a dream.
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Flat as a pancake wrote:Username ;;flat as a pancake
Syva Name ;;sly tooth (sly)
Gender ;; male
Halloween Story about this Syva ;; one spooky Halloween night when the devil rose from his sleep this boy was born and he was unforgettably sly and all ready had teeth!-sharp ones too. he was cursed with the speed grow and that made him grow quickly. on this spooky night the devil did not rest for he had been all ways to tired every other Halloween night.so sly tooth fought a long battle with the devil and guess what HE WON!!!!!!!!
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I feel wet snow on my
cold, dry skin as
the darkness starts
to settle in.The
stars shine bright
to lead my way.
Through tall, snow
covered trees which
bend and sway in
the breeze.My heart
tells me in hours this
day will be past,
when the nighttime
comes to me slowly
at last. I am back in
the snow so pristine
and clean, but
sadness shows me it
was only
a dream.
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