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Name and Author of this poem PLEASE!!?

Her hair was up in a pony tail, her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was “Daddy’s Day” at school, and she couldn’t wait to go.

But her mommy tried to tell her, that she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand, if she went to school alone.

But she was not afraid; she knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates of why he wasn’t there today.

But still her mother worried, for her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again, she tried to keep her daughter home.

But the little girl went to school eager to tell them all.
Of a dad whose never there a dad who never calls.

There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently, anxious in their seats.

One by one the teacher called a student from the class.
To introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed.

At last the teacher called her name, every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching, for a man who wasn’t there.

“Where’s her daddy at?!” she heard a boy call out.
“She probably doesn’t have one,” another student dared to shout.

And from somewhere near the back, She heard another father say, “Looks like another deadbeat dad, too busy to waste his day.”

The words did not offend her, as she smiled up at her Mom.
And looked back at her teacher, who told her to go on.

And with hands behind her back, Slowly she began to speak
And out from the mouth of a child, came words incredibly unique.

“My Daddy couldn’t be here, because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be, Since this is such a special day

And though you cannot meet him, I wanted you to know.
All about my daddy and how much he loves me so.

He loved to tell me stories he taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses, and taught me to fly a kite.

We used to share fudge sundaes, and ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him. I’m not standing here alone.

“Cause my daddy’s always with me, even though we are apart
I know because he told me, he’ll forever be in my heart”

With that, her little hand reached up, and lay across her chest. Feeling her own heartbeat, beneath her favorite dress.

And from somewhere in the crowd of dads, her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter, who was wise beyond her years.

And when she dropped her hand back down, staring straight into the crowd.
She finished with a voice so soft, but its message clear and loud.

“I love my daddy very much, he’s my shining star.
And if he could, he’d be here, but heaven’s just too far.

You see he was a fireman and died just this past year.
When airplanes hit the towers and taught Americans to fear.

But sometimes when I close my eyes, it’s like he never went away.”
And then she closed her eyes, and saw him there that day.

And to her mother’s amazement, she witnessed with surprise.
A room full of daddies and children, all starting to close their eyes.

Who knows what they saw before them, Who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second, they saw him at her side.

“I know you’re with me Daddy,” to the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers, of those once filled with doubt.

Not one in that room could explain it, for each of their eyes had been closed.. But there on the desk beside her, was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.

Have you ever caught a fly and tied a hair around its neck? My friend said the fly will fly in circles.?

Have you ever caught a fly and tied a hair around its neck? My friend said the fly will fly in circles.?

Getting rid of flyaway hairs?

I’ve tried the creams and special shampoos, but I have shoulder length, fairly straight hair and when i tie it back it then look in a mirror 2 min. later, its full of fly aways… and i hate the thought of drowinging my hair in hairspray…any alternatives?

Tell me what you think. I’ve writen this so many times its not even funny. The entire story. Tell me?

I saw my dad for a last time. His face was handsom, and gleamed. He had short black hair, and always smiled.
“I’ll miss you,” He said, before he was off to war. “I’ll miss you.”
I woke up, gasping. I was lying on my bed. The red covers were flapped over and touching the ground.
“What’s wrong dear?” My mother said walking into my room. Her face was pale, and she looked worried.
“Nothing,” I said. “Nothing.”
My mother looked at me with a frown. “Please don’t scare me like that,” she said.
“All right,” I muttered.
My mother walked out of the room.
At that momment I crawled out of bed. I wan’t to be a hero! I cried inside my mind.
I grabbed my pocket-knife out of my dresser. And then grabbed my backpack. I got up, and ran to the window. I opened it up, and threw out my rope. I tied the top end on the top of my window, and started climbing down.
I am 13 years old, and I live with my mother. I have long black hair, that is always spikey. I wear a black torso and brown pants.

I reached the bottom, and it was dark. Wind brushed against my head, as I started walking towards the Castle. The Castle where my father was killed. And I needed revange. He died a year ago, and I remember seeing it. And it was a guard who murdered my father because he was angry at him. And he worked in the castle!
I drew my pocket-knife as I steped near a tree that was right at the castle. I hid behind it, and then grabbed my rope from my backpack. I ran towards the entrance, in the front of the Castle. I threw my rope, up, and it landed right on the ledge. It tied around, and I started climbing. As I reached the top, I saw two gaurds. They ran towards me.
“What are you doing kid?” One demanded. He had a sword drawn at my neck.
I drew a big breath. “I need to ask my father something,” I said. “He told me to find him here.”
The guard lowered his sword. “Very well,” he said.
I nodded, and walked away. I remembered the man’s face, his armor and all.
I reached a door, and opened it up. There stood the man. He didn’t wear a helmet. He also had black armor, and held the Jewled Scimatar.
“Howday,” he said, bowing. “What is a young lad like ya’ doing around these parts? It’s late, I reckon-” He broke off when I put out my hand.
“Enough,” I said. “Lets finsih this.”
“What?” the man asked, puzzled.
“You killed my father.”
The man looked down at me, and then my pocket-knife. Then he laughed. “Sorry kiddo, he brought it on himself,” the guard smiled.
“You bastard,” I screamed. I threw my pocket-knife at the guard’s face, and sliced him across the cheek. The guard fell over a little bit then grabbed my arm.
“You want to die like your father?” he hissed.
“Rather then let you live,” I growled.

Suddenly, there was an explosion. Fire flew in front of the castle, like a big flare. I flew back, and so did my father’s murder. There were guards running. Fire flew in the Castle, and my Father’s murder ran. He threw me to the ground and ran.
I started running too. I dropped my pocket-knife, but I didn’t care. At least I slit the guy’s face. I stopped near my rope, and looked out in the distance. Ships filled the dock, and on the flags that were on them had the words: Zelthora.
I screamed and climbed down the rope. I started running past houses, but saw nothing but pirates and workers of Zelthora running and killing people.
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The king was sitting in his throne, as two guards ran in the room.
“What is it?” the king demanded.
“Pirates of Zelthora,” one said calmly. “Should we take them out or let them get what they need?”
“They want the Crystal Sword,” the king said. “Take them out. Get all of the guards, and fight back. But damn, I hope Zelthora isn’t there.”
The guards bowed, and then ran out of the room.
“Please destory them,” The king muttered to himself. “Please-destory them.”

The king got up, and walked out of the Red Throne Room, as two guards ran after him again. “Zelthora is in the building,” they screamed.
“Get the Crystal Sword, we need to-” The king broke off, as the two guards fell to the ground, and Zelthora looked straight at him.
“It’s far, to late for that, King,” he said.
The king screamed, and drew his Sur Cuss sword. He slammed it against Zelthora’s head. But nothing happened.
“Ow,” Zelthora said, softly. Then he held out his hand.
The king screamed in terror, and blood ran down his face.
“Where is it,” Zelthora screamed in his face.
“That I will not tell you,” the king said, scared for his life.
“Then the pirates will search the building. I will leave no one alive,” Zelthora was full of anger.
The king dropped, dead on the floor. And blood dripped to the ground.
Zelthora turned around, and started walking. His black cape and robe ruseld in the wind. Then he put up his hood.
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hair styling question…….?

so, i have semi-wavy hair. i blow dry it straight, but it never really stays 100% straight.

i never wear it down, really, unless i have to, but when i do, the top layer is always very fly-away, so i always look messy & unkempt. plus, the longer it is worn down, the “poofier” it gets, til it eventually gets on my nerves & i tie it up again. =(

any suggestions on how to tame my hair so it looks neater & more styled? i would rather have it look the way a lot of girls’ hair looks after it has been straightened with a hair iron, but without having to go through all that trouble, if i don’t have to. i’m not very good at styling my hair, so something simple would be best. thanks. =D