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Thanks for reading it Issy-means alot to me. I will try in future to stomp out all grammatical mistakes. :wink:

a bit biased i know :oops: :oops: not every school suffers from this kind of situation :^o ,but too many do. Please comment, thankyou for taking the trouble to read it :thumbsup: Trend individuality Why is it that I constantly find myself thinking about what other peopleÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s reactions are going to be to my ensemble of clothing? Maybe it is just in my nature to worry constantly about what people think of my taste and me. But even so IÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢m definitely not the only one. Many people loathe the very idea of being seen as unfashionable, their clothes dated or their dress sense not up-to-the-minute. And I fear that I have become one of them. Because beneath everyoneÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s protests that ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬Åfashion isnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t importantÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

:oops: :oops: I no its a little out of date but then so am I. PLEASE POST COMMENTS!!!!!!!! O:) It is a poem but i couldn't get the layout right so it doesn't look like a poem. A Recipe for Autumn First take the two main ingredients Cherished happiness and successful hard work Grind to a pulp With a pestle and mortar Whilst adding the following ingredients in succession: Half a cup of succulent gleaming horse chestnuts, Two pints of brisk fierce wind (must be tempered before hand), The rustic, blissful, exiting essence of a gorgeous, sumptuous Christmas pudding mixture And the charming laughter of a child casting twenty pence pieces into it, Two teaspoons of brandy (the finest no half measures) And hot blackcurrant (strong for sore throats), Six freshly harvested, ripe, sun kissed crab apples And a selection of handpicked berries (any kind will do) Now have it simmer slowly over the heat of a late September sunny spell (this will bring out the flavour) Whilst this is going on chop the rest of the ingredients: A bag of indulgent sweets, caked in sugar from a frantic Halloween raid, Two kilograms of leaves collected with children from your local park In shades of; Peaceful ochre (makes it satisfying), Restless acid yellow (adds zing) Smouldering orange (makes it surprisingly Moorish) And majestic red (to balance everything else) Continue to chop and sprinkle gently in: A tablespoon of mud from a childÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s re-awakened Wellington boot, The bird song from a love struck robin (must be a male robin and therefore a red breasted robin, the darker the better), The smell of a harmonious farm yard, Each member striving to complete their various duties, The feeling of exhaustion after a long walk ( must be a walk you reluctantly agreed to go on but felt strangely pleased you did afterwards), The sound of chattering teeth And the warmth of anotherÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s smile Now combine with the other mixture and sieve Allowing the juices to mingle like the memories from September, October and November This mixture should now be a soft inviting colour that canÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t quite be categorised with other regular colours Finally place this mixture over a raging Guy Fawkes bonfire heat for a whole night In the morning garnish with light rain and sparklers from you know when Serve with hot buttered toast and cocoa in the evening Nothing left to do but shout dinner time what do you think please post!!!!!!!

:thumbsup: its really good issy. I love the sentence structure and metaphors particularly the one about the hopscotch square. could need editing in some places but other than that great. best thing: variety and rhyming.