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Poppy Ramsay's Writings

Poem
Jul.02.2010
Young Writers Competition - Seasons in Verse
With my first step onto frost, Fingers gradually growing numb, Toes spread out wide in heavy leather boots; Nose as red as anger, face as pale as the morning sun, I hear the children laughing, having fun. Throwing snowballs, engraving angels in the snow, Making the most of winter, For there is no warm sun, None of its rays to fill me, Fill me with delight. My...
Poem
Jul.02.2010
Young Writers' 17th Annual Poetry Competition
Just an average kid, in a modern world, Locked away in a cupboard, eyes glued to the screen, Occasionally flikering, fingers frantically typing.   You could be out there having fun with your mates, But you choose another path, You choose the path which leads you to a life full of rubbish. You end up living in your cupboard, On the internet, wasting your life...