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    As the date at the bottom suggests, I wrote this during a lunch period after writing a journal for a class. I read somewhere that it's what other make of you that defines who you are, and although there are conflicting philosophies from various sources, I felt like writing this poem. It was written in the 10th grade, so keep that in mind. Haha :P

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    As the date at the bottom suggests, I wrote this during a lunch period after writing a journal for a class. I read somewhere that it's what other make of you that defines who you are, and although there are conflicting philosophies from various sources, I felt like writing this poem. It was written in the 10th grade, so keep that in mind. Haha :P

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    Shadow of A Hero

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    As the date at the bottom suggests, I wrote this during a lunch period after writing a journal for a class. I read somewhere that it's what other make of you that defines who you are, and although there are conflicting philosophies from various sources, I felt like writing this poem. It was written in the 10th grade, so keep that in mind. Haha :P

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    The Shadow of a Hero Noon A single tree, a blind tree stands alone, The blazing light of the brightest

    day shining down on him, The thousand eyes of the sun casting no shadow; nothing And as the earth turns, and the atmosphere filters the radiant beams, A shadow forms, a shadow grows from small to medium to large And as the morning hours fade, As the darkest evening rises, A single beacon of light desperately points his rays at the tree, And casts the greatest shadow the tree had never seen. 9-16-08 : Anthony Rosales (During lunch, after the first journal entry)

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