Sadness is the gatekeeper of Happiness

Hey hope u peeps like this lil' poem I wrote, I think it's pretty tight. Well hope you like it. ^^

Sadness is the gatekeeper of Happiness

I am a recreational recipe chef and a lover of laughs

I wonder if sadness is the gatekeeper f Happiness

I hear cries through unblinking eyes

I see anger mixed with frustration as the cage of hate triumphs over love

I want believers to raise their head and give light to a misunderstood teenager

I am a recreational recipe chef and a lover of laughs

I pretend hate is only a mere illusion for a fictional book

I feel rage sizzle away like bacon on a hot griddle when I hear smiles and giggles

I touch the angel of light as i help an injured child whip up a smile

I worry bullets will fire back and forth as long as hate exists

I cry when a dark cloud rains over a lonely bowed head

I am a recreational recipe chef and a lover of laughs

I understand that love can be taught eveywhere but has to start in the circle of the family

I say that the devil can be overpowered by families caroling on a Christmas night

I dream of angels raising their glasses to a job well done

I try to forget my sorrow with a box of chocolate and a room packed with scented candles

I hope a river of laughs forms into an ocean and affect someone's vision of life

I am a recreational recipe chef and a lover of laughs

Well hope you liked it, I had to write this for school. I hope you comment me about this section. I would like to hear wha you thought about the poem, I'm all eyes and ears, I'll listen to your comments and I might take your advice. Well hope to hear from you peeps, if you want to talk to me sometime, well chat, and i would so love that, my email is christanne657@aim.com and my sn is you guessed it christanne657. Well i would love to hear from you, bibi ^^

from your friend, Gaara(Tracy, HYPERZATCH, etc) LOVE U ALL!!!! ^^

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3rd grade Iq test

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What Starts with F and ends with K

A first-grade teacher, Ms. Brooks, was having trouble with one of her students. The teacher asked, "Harry, what's your problem?"

Harry answered, "I'm too smart for the 1st grade. My sister is in the 3rd grade and I'm smarter than she is! I think I should be in the 3rd grade too!"

Ms. Brooks had had enough. She took Harry to the principal's office.

While Harry waited in the outer office, the teacher explained to the principal what the situation was. The principal told Ms. Brooks he would give the boy a test. If he failed to answer any of his questions he was to go back to the 1st grade and behave. She agreed.

Harry was brought in and the conditions were explained to him and he agreed to take the test.

Principal: "What is 3 x 3?"

Harry: "9."


Principal: "What is 6 x 6?"

Harry: "36."

And so it went with every question the principal thought a 3rd grader should know.

The principal looks at Ms. Brooks and tells her, "I think Harry can go to the 3rd grade."

Ms. Brooks says to the principal, "Let me ask him some questions."

The principal and Harry both agreed.

Ms. Brooks asks, "What does a cow have four of that I have only two of?"

Harry, after a moment: "Legs."

Ms. Brooks: "What is in your pants that you have but I do not have?"

The principal wondered why would she ask such a question!

Harry replied: "Pockets."

Ms. Brooks: "What does a dog do that a man steps into?"

Harry: "Pants."

Ms. Brooks: What starts with a C, ends with a T, is hairy, oval, delicious and contains thin, whitish liquid?"

Harry: "Coconut."

The principal sat forward with his mouth hanging open.

Ms. Brooks: "What goes in hard and pink then comes out soft and sticky?"

The principal's eyes opened really wide and before he could stop the answer, Harry replied, "Bubble gum."

Ms. Brooks: "What does a man do standing up, a woman does sitting down and a dog does on three legs?"

Harry: "Shake hands."

The principal was trembling.

Ms. Brooks: "What word starts with an 'F' and ends in 'K' that means a lot of heat and excitement?"

Harry: "Firetruck."

The principal breathed a sigh of relief and told the teacher, "Put Harry in the fifth-grade, I got the last seven questions wrong...... "

Gaara