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Japan slapped a hand on his alarm clock. It was six in the morning; time for school. He dragged himself off of him bed on the floor. Going to his closet, he pulled out his academy uniform and pulled it on. He could hear the bumping of Taiwan and Vietnam running around to get ready for school. With his uniform on and his bag ready, he stepped out of his room. At that moment, Korea zipped by with Taiwan following him.
“Give me back my hair clip!” She cried.
“Ha ha ha ha ha ha,” Korea cackled.
POCKY DAY FEATURESGreetings all friends, watchers, and random passer-bys!
Today on November 11th (11/11), there is a little random event going on in Japan in which we call it "Pocky's Day".
Q: What's a Pocky's Day?
The company that produces the snack Pocky has set 11/11 as "Pocky's Day" just to celebrate with randomness.
Conspiracy of snack companies, I know lol
You can check out their website, and see how much derp they have done so far!
I'm just joining the bandwagon to celebrate this random event for fun and have some excuses to eat pockys lol
As I have posted on my poll few days ago, I'm going to keep my words and hold "POCKY DAY FEATURES"
Anyone is welcome to join - all you gotta do is submit a deviation that's related to Pocky, and give me the link to it (you can just leave it as a comment on this journal or note me.). Then I'll be more than happy to feature it for you on my journal!
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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