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Age 5:

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And now for a typical 15-year-old poem:


Cuddles
Atheism isn't so scary. We're not all bearded old men calling you nasty names you don't understand from the comfort of a leather wingback chair while swirling scotch in a glass. Sometimes we're pleasant young women who like to point out that atheism is nothing more than a lack of a belief in a god and it makes no sense to vilify those of us who hold this position. I'll still take that scotch, though.
2 comments:
Cute stuff (and wonderfully precocious) but I hope your teacher didn't take points off for using the same word twice in the Thanksgiving word assignment.
No, instead I got in major shit for word number 8. Go figure. :)
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