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Bri's Room (not done) (Free verse) by Sunshine Conkey

A little girl named Bri had an awful lot of stuff she saved and saved it but it wasn't enough. She put it in a closet and stacked it on the floor But even when her room was filled She wanted more and more. One day while playing She wanted her special pen to draw her favorite doll. But after looking everywhere, she couldn't find them at all.

zodiac 13-Dec-05/1:52 AM
I'll answer both of you:

Al, you haven't seen the rest of the world. With a few exceptions, we're the intellectual powerhouses.

LilMsLady, I've asserted nothing. Quotes are never, ever, necessarily assertions. As it happens, I believe one of the main differences between people with good fortunes and people with bad fortunes is intelligence. There. Now I've asserted something. But good fortune is obviously the cause of intelligence, not the other way around. (I'm comfortable saying that, despite being a broke unemployed kid with a Masters; I did go to private school most of my childhood, after all.)

And what kind of intelligence? I can think of three or four kinds mostly unrelated to knowing the capital of North Dakota or stepping into the street in front of a bus.

Obviously, you should now ask me to back up "good fortune is the cause of intelligence".




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