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Friday, July 31, 2009. IMAGINE YOU ARE THE LONER BOY, WRITE A POEM, TO EXPRESS HOW YOU MIGHT FEEL AND WHAT YOU MIGHT BE THINKING, AS THE LONER BOY. I lean against the wall,. Who apparently is the only one that is willing to be my friend,. The other children are playing and laughing with one another,. I smack my hands on the wall,. Bored, rejected, lonely. The playground is filled with life and laughter,. Misunderstandings between friends are soon resolved. The children leave me out in their games,.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009. As I watched the others run past me,. At the wall I always leaned,. While the children played and grinned. At the wall is where I will stay,. At the playground the others will play. Fear to come near to me,. Fear to be a loner like me. Never approached each other,. Always scared of one another. Please oh please play with me,. For I am very lonely. The day has come for me to go,. And I want to let everybody know. So I chalked on the wall before I go,.
Thursday, July 30, 2009. Loneliness crept all over me. I was all by myself. Nobody with a lending hand. I trip and fall and cry out loud,. Nobody helps or picks me up. Everybody just runs past,. With gossips, giggles and laughs. I longed to play with the other children. No offers from them though. I was too shy to ask from them. I decided to move away.
Thursday, July 30, 2009. I see them pass by. The routine repeats day after day. Not a soul in sight. Sunday, July 19, 2009. I feel that the boy from the poem is either anti-social or has a mental instability which makes him unwilling to go play. Firstly, as quoted from the poem. Back against the wall he stays.
Friday, July 31, 2009. I leaned against my wall,. My only friend and supporter,. I have never felt so bored. Or come to think of it, so lonely. Conveniently leaving me out,. My heart is breaking with sadness,. Some cast me weird glances,. It is friends I am craving. I go there every day,. Hoping with all my heart. That one day, finally,.
For the love of the game. Thursday, July 30, 2009. All day I stay,. Watching others; I never play. Laughing, screaming as someone chases. But never does anyone talk to me. So at the wall I shall stay.
Je suis comme un chihuahua.
Thursday, July 30, 2009. I see them pass by. The routine repeats day after day. Not a soul in sight. Sunday, July 19, 2009. I feel that the boy from the poem is either anti-social or has a mental instability which makes him unwilling to go play. Firstly, as quoted from the poem. Back against the wall he stays.
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