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 Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 5:48 pm
it's spring? it's spring!
can't you hear gaia sing.
make your OWN poem because you can't steal mine.
it will be called of course it's spring? it's spring!undefined
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Posted: Tue Apr 06, 2010 4:47 pm
Spring Observations
Green slipped in from under the white –
Splashed in early other colours,
And gave up lambs, who
Bleated tirelessly on the subject.
Screams from the local park
Told of newly playful children, with
Bleary fathers; clattering mothers,
Senses distracted by
Precocious blossom.
And the younger men perked up at
Early bosoms once again on display –
More blossom – audacious blossom –
Sexual selection now back on stage.
It was happening with the birds,
Only there was more decorum,
More order –
A greater sense of purpose; unwitting duty.
I turned over the soil – warming
Under the cautious sun –
Yellow still nubile,
Though coping with its shyness.
My first beads of sweat were oddly ambivalent:
Surging vigour forcing out the
Stubborn winter indolence.
Inside, a warming smile worked
Up towards my mouth, lips, eyes.
The kitchen window rattled:
Lunch was ready.
heart heart heart
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 9:53 am
C00kiEdoughGurl1 Spring Observations Green slipped in from under the white –
Splashed in early other colours,
And gave up lambs, who
Bleated tirelessly on the subject.
Screams from the local park
Told of newly playful children, with
Bleary fathers; clattering mothers,
Senses distracted by
Precocious blossom.
And the younger men perked up at
Early bosoms once again on display –
More blossom – audacious blossom –
Sexual selection now back on stage.
It was happening with the birds,
Only there was more decorum,
More order –
A greater sense of purpose; unwitting duty.
I turned over the soil – warming
Under the cautious sun –
Yellow still nubile,
Though coping with its shyness.
My first beads of sweat were oddly ambivalent:
Surging vigour forcing out the
Stubborn winter indolence.
Inside, a warming smile worked
Up towards my mouth, lips, eyes.
The kitchen window rattled:
Lunch was ready.
heart heart heart are you in my guild
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 12:51 pm
can't steal mine can't steal mine because you know that it's mine.
the tone is lady gaga poker face
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 9:30 am
what are we supposed to do anyway!?!?!
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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 2:41 pm
it's Summer now and its time to have fun
time to play, dance, sing, and run
u can swim, u can play
u can party all day
u sit and and read
under the shade
having fun is what we must do
during the summer...
and all year too!
blaugh blaugh blaugh
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 2:57 pm
roses are red violets are blue your the loser boy/girl and no one likes you
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 10:39 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 11:20 am
why is it tht when u give someone ur heart they break it...why is it tht when they break it they try to mend it..why is it tht when they try to mend it u let them...why is it tht when u start to think they fixed it they break it again...why is it tht after everything u luv them still...why is it tht ur never smart enuff to let go until someone shos u just how much of a jerk they are and how badd u look b/c of them...but even after all tht...why is it tht even tho they did this u still feel like u love them or u can forgive them???
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 11:23 pm
Spring Observations
Green slipped in from under the white –
Splashed in early other colours,
And gave up lambs, who
Bleated tirelessly on the subject.
Screams from the local park
Told of newly playful children, with
Bleary fathers; clattering mothers,
Senses distracted by
Precocious blossom.
And the younger men perked up at
Early bosoms once again on display –
More blossom – audacious blossom –
Sexual selection now back on stage.
It was happening with the birds,
Only there was more decorum,
More order –
A greater sense of purpose; unwitting duty.
I turned over the soil – warming
Under the cautious sun –
Yellow still nubile,
Though coping with its shyness.
My first beads of sweat were oddly ambivalent:
Surging vigour forcing out the
Stubborn winter indolence.
Inside, a warming smile worked
Up towards my mouth, lips, eyes.
The kitchen window rattled:
Lunch was ready.
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Posted: Sun Jul 25, 2010 5:47 pm
Chicken , yea chicken
it dont look like pickens
pizza , yea pizza
i've never been to mizza
girls , yea girls
they like alot of pearl's
boy , yea boys
they like alot of toy's biggrin
well well this is the end
of the spend
of my Pen razz
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