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| What brings you to team leukemia? |
| I know someone with leukemia |
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| I have leukemia |
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| I lost someone to leukemia |
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| The team leukemia bootygrab thread |
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| Other |
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| Total Votes : 111 |
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 Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 10:22 pm
not really...more like annoying. this has just been occuring lately, so i dont know what to do...like i have a million and two other poems about cancer...
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Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 10:28 pm
Hmm.. if your really worried about too many of them, maybe save them to notepad, then give us one or two each day, till they run out? Just a lil something to set us on with, to talk about or whatever. I looked up the tektek rules, we have to wait till the 20th to enter them, and we PM them to blaize then.
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Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 10:29 pm
mk thats fine with me...hey do you think any of my poems stand a chance against the other ones?
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Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 10:32 pm
So far there isnt a specific poetry contest for TDM, it all counts towards spirit, altho, since we seem to have so many poets in our group, I've decided to work on some sorta award for poetry. I'm not sure I can judge them tho. I'd rather make blaize do it, then I'd award first second and third prizes or some such. I was thinking along the lines of 25k, 10k, 5k.
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Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 10:34 pm
this is random, but are you doing the easter egg thing?
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Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 10:40 pm
I did on another acct, all three of the eggs. Every so often here, I refresh a header page to get another egg, I'm up to ten so far lol. I didnt like the third prize tho, looking like a corpse >< I think the second prize is prettier.
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Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 10:46 pm
i agree...i like the juggling eggs
hold on here's a poem about juggling
It matters little to him. He can take stones
in his hand or birds or bits of burning wood
and storm the sky as sure as a meteor shower.
Ask him how and he will sigh, saying
"Ah, I have married Lady Gravity
and these, these are my children."
Then ask him what it is
he loves so much that he is able to suspend
all belief in the solid world.
And he will say, "The heart is an orange,
a porcelain cup, a closet
that has not been opened in years.
My own heart I am no longer sure of.
Once it was a golden watch.
I gave it to the woman I loved;
each jewel in that watch, a planet.
Each planet, a place where we were safe.
Now I am no longer sure of anything but
time passing on her lost wrist
as I pass hand over hand, far above
your amazed faces, my bright and weightless life."
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Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 10:50 pm
It amazes me how easily these poems spill from you smile You have a knack for balladry, telling a story with your poetry smile
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Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 11:03 pm
why thank you. so...umm...
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Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 11:06 pm
lol Meanwhile, I got my grunny for this acct smile Did you get the last Gambino egg?
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Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 11:12 pm
nope not yet...im close though... you motivated me to finish..
When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill.
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh.
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must, but don't you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As everyone of us sometimes learns.
And many a fellow turns about,
When he might have won had he stuck it out.
Don't give up though the pace seems slow,
You may succeed with another blow.
Often the goal is nearer than
It seems to a faint and faltering man.
Often the struggler has given up,
When he might have captured the victor's cup.
And he learned too late when the night came down,
How close he was to the golden crown.
Success is failure turned inside out,
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt.
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems afar.
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit,
It's when things seem worst that you mustn't quit.
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Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 11:18 pm
I've got 14 eggs to go for the juggling eggs smile
That poem should be stuck up somewhere at a quit smoking clinic lol
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Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 11:21 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 11:27 pm
I was ebil lol I just tried copying and pasting the address for when you find an egg, then going back to it, but it told me not to double click eggs lol. meanwhile I have 7 left to go ><
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Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 11:33 pm
i have 10...after i find them all, im going to bed. its late, and the nurses will kill me if they know im up this late..oh and im tired
bones feel dead
each single muscles is going limp
eyes are drooping,
ears stop hearing.
body refuses to rest
cracked voice cannot let out a thing-
brain cells go numb,
thoughts fly away.
sleep is absent
inactive yet awareness persist
supine, stupefied feet
lay limp with fatigue.
in that restful state
where mind sleeps body moves-
where body sleeps mind dances-
I stand in attention
saluting, paying tribute
to our dear friend,
otherwise known as tiredness.
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