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Thursday, September 9, 2004

   Rain, rain, why wont you go away?
Hi everyone!

It rained again today. Really hard too. I think i found the reason for the two days of hard rain. Its because the storm that i had was the last little bit of the hurricane that hit florida. A tree was knocked down on a highway because of the rain. It blocked traffic. It just stopped raining a little while ago. I hope it stops raining for the rest of the week and weekend. I hate the gray skys. It makes me feel depressed.

School has gotten interesting today. In Chorus class, we got a handbook that says all the Performances and stuff. I will be doing a few shows at Xmas and in the spring. I also need black dress shoes, a tie, and black pants. That is because of the dress code the chorus class has. I need the new clothes before december. I think my mom can mange to get me the stuff.

Another thing is that i will be starting a experiment in science class tommorow. The experiment will be a reproduction of the experiment that Louis Pasteur did. He's the guy that created the idea of canning foods. That is going to be very interesting...

Here's the poem for today:

The Guitar

The weeping of the guitar
begins.
The goblets of dawn
are smashed.
The weeping of the guitar
begins.
Useless
to silence it.
Impossible
to silence it.
It weeps monotonously
as water weeps
as the wind weeps
over snowfields.
Impossible
to silence it.
It weeps for distant
things.
Hot southern sands
yearning for white camellias.
Weeps arrow without target
evening without morning
and the first dead bird
on the branch.
Oh, guitar!
Heart mortally wounded
by five swords.

Well, thats it! Talk to ya later!
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