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Science classes stink of gasses <br />they remind me of rotten eggs <br />The gym, of those who used it before <br />and ointment to rub on your legs <br /> <br />Languages smell of many things, French the smell of perfume <br />German smells of Bratwurst so I call it the sausage room <br />Spanish, tapas, paiela the sea and the sun <br />English smells of home, so for me thats the special one <br /> <br />Woodwork, sawdust and shavings <br />Metalwork oil and rust <br />Textiles smells like my gran <br />Cookery all that I love <br /> <br />Drama smells of make up <br />Art, glue and paint <br />The toilets smell of farts and wee <br />Now thats a smell I hate <br /> <br />Geography the spices of the world <br />History war and pain <br />But detentions the smell I hate the most <br />Because its me I smell again<br /><br />Kevin Campbell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/school-stinks/

Die Laufsteg-Ikone schwebt angeblich im siebten Himmel. Ihr Auserwählter: ein britischer Grime-Rapper.

Tyler Campbell shares his inspiring life journey with High School students during their Fellowship of Christian Athletes meeting.<br>I ENCOURAGE you to embrace your past so you can create your future. I EXERCISE your mind by making the comfortable, uncomfortable. I EMPOWER you to .<br><br>Tyler Campbell uses 1 Timothy 4:12 to motivate and inspire the youth at Mt Olive Baptist Church to be the best version of themselves.

Pearce calls up Campbell

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Hoosiers Now reporter Haley Jordan interviews staff writer Jack Ankony about Indiana football starting kicker Charles Campbell and how the accurate kicker can go up even higher from last season.

We are what nature made us; soon or late, <br />Life's art that fadeth passeth slow away, <br />With iron eatings of our sordid day, <br />Leaving behind those influences, innate, <br />Immutable, divine. As round some great, <br />Rude, craggy isle, the loud surf's ravening fray <br />Shatters all life in spume of thundered spray, <br />Leaving huge cliffs, scarred, grim, in naked state. <br /> <br />So life and all its idols hath its hour, <br />Its fleet, ephemeral dream, its passing show, <br />Its pomp of fevered hopes that come and go: <br />Then stripped of vanity and folly's power, <br />Like some wide water bared to moon and star, <br />We know ourselves in truth for what we are.<br /><br />William Wilfred Campbell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/foundations-2/

Readers Digest taken literally