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 Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2010 8:05 pm
Spring Contest starts April 28, 2010 and ends June 2nd, 2010. Write a poem about why you like or dislike spring with excellent reasons. Follow TOS rules and guild guidelines.
Winner will receive 30k.
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Posted: Wed May 12, 2010 1:47 pm
first post all right
rose are getting red
violets are turning blue
i hate getting allergies
ah-choo!
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Posted: Wed May 12, 2010 4:46 pm
Roses are red
Violets are blue
animals are getting busy
because thats what they do
Yay spring baby animals
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Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 6:03 pm
i dislike spring morning sunshine
because black is too devine
black is not to be worn
so i'll give the people who say so a nasty scorn
springtime brings tears to my eyes
so i'll just say goodbye and stay inside for the rest of my life
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 1:55 pm
roses are getting red violits are turning blue mi mom gets all mad because her alergies make her go achoo!!!!!!! i get startled when i wake upthe noise of mi alarm clock is like a gun shot last year was a mirackle my mom had a child i was sooo happy to not be an only child smile
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 8:17 pm
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I hate spring
because i get boo boos
Some
Play and
Ring their friends on their phones and have
Ice cream then take a
Nap and finally wake up finally it starts
repeatinG over and over
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 6:35 pm
Roses are red
Vilots are blue
I hate spring
How about u
lol
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2010 9:20 am
You people need to be more oringinal XD
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STALKERS AND CUPCAKES FTW
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 5:08 pm
Spring~
A sense of warmth is tapping at the door –
And hope, a feeling out from distant lore –
Or so it seems – clears the deep refrain!
Emerging youth: a dormant lea awakes –
The raging colour, ringing loud, partakes
In annual birth – spring is born again!
A zest anew for nascent life
Begins in floral train:
Carriage one: a snowdropp thrill;
Carriage two: the crocus;
Number three: a daffodil – dancing,
Drawing focus – as she would,
Attention seeker!
How I love our spring –
The bold and sleeker feel I get,
An inner glow, a ring!
I’ve paid the winter’s chilly debt, so
Now, upon the wing!
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