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Printableon toast or a sammich
you scratch my food itch with jam or just cheesey you make my lunch easy it's true i'm a nutter for peanut butter | |
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Concerto for love
by weepingwall hidden and barren like tree roots. feelings nameless and formless. waiting by your side..plant the seeds love you must wait for(blooming like a lotus) love you must wait for(blooming like my lilies) the feeling is harsh,but victory is on the horizon.. love you must wait for(blooming like a lotus) its old..but yeah | |
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This stupid ass thread | |
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oh shut it... i am going to share more of my brilliant work
tim tam tim tam slam even better still tim tam chill alas you know naught of this thrill 'cause they are all in my tummy   She couldn't stop crying 'cause she knew he was gone to stay | |
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Mullet hair
sweaty shirt noisy truck what a jerk. Chucks beer cans in my yard, His floozy wife needs a brar. Woe is me it sure does hurt to live next door to Joe Dirt. | |
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forget it ... [Edited 9/6/07 16:46pm] | |
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WillyWonka said: Mullet hair
sweaty shirt noisy truck what a jerk. Chucks beer cans in my yard, His floozy wife needs a brar. Woe is me it sure does hurt to live next door to Joe Dirt. who are you? and why do you haunt me with the beauty of your poetry. | |
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One4All4Ever said:  it's children's bedtime story I wrote ...  it really sucks now that I read it again ...
Let me tell you a story about a little old man. He lived by the sea in his small caravan. Every single day, as the sun woke him up. He would take an early bath in this tiny bathtub. He had a small dog, Bazoo was his name. Playing hide and seek was his favorite game. Once upon a sunset, while doing what he'd do, the little old man couldn't find Bazoo ! He returned to his caravan, with a tear in his eye. all night long, he was sitting in his chair, and all he could do was cry. Many moons did pass, and the little man went on. Living by the seaside, In his caravan, alone. Then came one day, He was running in the rain. The man could not believe his eyes : Bazoo was there again ! Both were very happy, And they rolled over the sand. Together by the seaside, This happy story ends. Hmmm. Not exactly Grimm's Tales but I liked the part about the dog licking the old man's balls. Ha ha. Too late for editing [Edited 9/6/07 16:47pm] I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at the dirt. | |
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rushing07 said: One4All4Ever said: it's children's bedtime story I wrote ... it really sucks now that I read it again ...
Let me tell you a story about a little old man. He lived by the sea in his small caravan. Every single day, as the sun woke him up. He would take an early bath in this tiny bathtub. He had a small dog, Bazoo was his name. Playing hide and seek was his favorite game. Once upon a sunset, while doing what he'd do, the little old man couldn't find Bazoo ! He returned to his caravan, with a tear in his eye. all night long, he was sitting in his chair, and all he could do was cry. Many moons did pass, and the little man went on. Living by the seaside, In his caravan, alone. Then came one day, He was running in the rain. The man could not believe his eyes : Bazoo was there again ! Both were very happy, And they rolled over the sand. Together by the seaside, This happy story ends. Hmmm. Not exactly Grimm's Tales but I liked the part about the dog licking the old man's balls. Ha ha. Too late for editing [Edited 9/6/07 16:47pm]  ur astigmatic 2 !!!!!  | |
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emm said: bunnytoes hop
bunnytoes wiggle bunnytoes hug bunnytoes giggle  | |
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weepingwall said: WillyWonka said: Mullet hair
sweaty shirt noisy truck what a jerk. Chucks beer cans in my yard, His floozy wife needs a brar. Woe is me it sure does hurt to live next door to Joe Dirt. who are you? and why do you haunt me with the beauty of your poetry. "My dear boy, do you ask a fish how it swims? Or a bird how it flies? No sirree, you don't! They do it because they were born to do it!" I enjoyed reading your poem, weepingwall. Please do share more of your work.  | |
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alas and alack
my fishing day was slack all I caught was a boot coloured black | |
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WillyWonka said: emm said: bunnytoes hop
bunnytoes wiggle bunnytoes hug bunnytoes giggle we could paint it on the walls of the nursery... what do you think?  She couldn't stop crying 'cause she knew he was gone to stay | |
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emm said: WillyWonka said: we could paint it on the walls of the nursery... what do you think? org baby alert!  | |
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Bunnies are sweet
and cuddlier than ferrets, they wriggle their noses and love to crunch carrots. But give a bunny a TimTam and it won't want to share it! | |
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I hit a new level with this one. I ... I... I sense that.
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lol if it wasn't for threads like these i would ever even contemplate trying to make a rhyming cuplet, silly or otherwise! lol... love everyone's stuff! keep posting  She couldn't stop crying 'cause she knew he was gone to stay | |
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WillyWonka said: weepingwall said: who are you? and why do you haunt me with the beauty of your poetry. "My dear boy, do you ask a fish how it swims? Or a bird how it flies? No sirree, you don't! They do it because they were born to do it!" I enjoyed reading your poem, weepingwall. Please do share more of your work. aww willy your making me blush..thank you..i will. | |
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WillyWonka said: Mullet hair
sweaty shirt noisy truck what a jerk. Chucks beer cans in my yard, His floozy wife needs a brar. Woe is me it sure does hurt to live next door to Joe Dirt.  This is so great!! I love it.  | |
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jess555ja said: Imago
Dare thread Pick nose I see no photo  | |
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A Poem about ANYTHING
like that was so hard | |
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i haven't written anything within the poetry genre but i was digging around last time..this one i wrote when i was in high school about 15.
its kinda odd but here we go "Omniscient" "The tingly cool sensation of excitement, it drips down like aqua cascade. it is invigorating to jump in without a sense insecurity. for the truth can be seen in so many ways. but its horrible when the specter act of doubt binds your senses. happiness is a gift--don't take it so serious you'll be washed up on the sand if you do. I Demand! a case of satire to destroy that wire of insecurity within you it is better to live a vague sense of happiness than never ending doubt." By ..well we won't reveal my real name..but lets just say.. By Weepingwall May 16, 2003. | |
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I have nothing to write about
not a single thing in this world im just filling up this post filling in the blanks my thoughts should be steam rolling like tanks but i cant think of anything to write my imagination STANKS i think im done now thanks | |
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Christopher said: I have nothing to write about
not a single thing in this world im just filling up this post filling in the blanks my thoughts should be steam rolling like tanks but i cant think of anything to write my imagination STANKS i think im done now thanks | |
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jami0mckay said: Christopher said: I have nothing to write about
not a single thing in this world im just filling up this post filling in the blanks my thoughts should be steam rolling like tanks but i cant think of anything to write my imagination STANKS i think im done now thanks see! told u i couldnt think of anything.
just as well with rhymes like that  | |
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Christopher said: jami0mckay said: see! told u i couldnt think of anything.
just as well with rhymes like that sounds like an OUTKAST song tho | |
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jami0mckay said: Christopher said: see! told u i couldnt think of anything.
just as well with rhymes like that sounds like an OUTKAST song tho
stank u very much  | |
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