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posted by edward-lover456
The Golden Tear part seven
please tell me if Ты want me to continue in the comments! enjoy!
I waited and waited and I thought the hole thing was a prank
but then Kyle finally can in the room and сказал(-а) "I'm sorry Eva there
was a million paschen's Ты must of thought I stud Ты up" I said
"yeah I kinda did but it's okay your here now" and then my mom
and Molly and David walked back into the room. Molly сказал(-а) "Mama
Eva we got Ты an ice cream!" and David сказал(-а) "yeah if grandma didn't
eat it all" and Mom сказал(-а) "ha ha very funny the only thing missing is
the cherries David and Molly" David сказал(-а) "Mama Eva...
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posted by Cinders
 Larry the тыква
Larry the Pumpkin
The тыква Poem
I shall call it the тыква Poem
Because it is short and fat, like Larry
Who also looks like a pumpkin

When I was a junior in high school, I tried to gather together 365 poems together so I could make a calender. Actually, my target was at least four hundred, so I could weed out the bad ones. I Остаться в живых the introduction that I wrote for my teacher, but these poems are based on Болталка thoughts I'd have at one point или another throughout the day. Most are funny, some are not. Generally, it's kind of how I like to see life. Happy, amusing, but very precious. So I present to Ты the Unfinished...
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Source: Me and paint.
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I stumbled upon link a while назад and decided that some of the points I made in a very long-winded Комментарий on her poem were valid for the population of writers here on Fanpop, especially but not only beginning writers and those just venturing into the fascinating world of the written word.

I advised dear greek to use еще concrete Обои in her Поэзия to better express her mostly abstract ideas. (And greek, I hope Ты do not mind me using Ты as an example. If Ты do, please let your offense be known). She had written a lovely poem and titled it "My Life" and while the concept was genuine and...
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Never before in the short time Cassie had spent on this earth, had the desire to escape burned so brightly within her. The damp soil clung to her delicate toes as she scampered through the wild, untamed grass. Such that it was miles high. или so it appeared to her tiny form and limitless imagination. In truth the трава merely tickled her knees as it reached up towards the sky in a desperate attempt to grasp just a single луч, рэй of sunlight. Not a blade prevailed.

The sky remained as dark as ever, the sun was not coming today. It rarely did in winter; it simply shrouded itself in rainclouds and...
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posted by TheHiddenCane
She watched them as they moved down her street.
They never saw her, took great care in looking away before she noticed their shamelessly wide eyes were glued to her body... or, еще importantly what she embodied: this world they lived in wasn't perfect.
Her presence there seemed to pollute their pretty city and just like the odd пиво can или stray McDonalds bag, they ignored her. She wasn't stupid though... she knew she was just as much an ornament as the ribbons that decorated the streetlights at this time of year, that she in fact blended in with the rest of the pavement and she herself was...
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posted by Little_Cullen
Hi everyone this is a poem I wrote the other day, I think it's supposed to have some hidden meaning, like, Ты know, money can't buy happiness and if Ты try to buy it your being ripped off... или something... To be honest I don't really remember what I was thinking when I wrote it. Anyways, what do Ты think?

A Bag Of Happiness

I skip on down to the market,
With my pocket full of of magic beans,
I hand them to the vendor,
“A bag of happiness, please.”

He passes me over a drawstring bag,
Made of velvet, inky black,
I thank him with a friendly smile,
He smiles eerily back.

I hurry Главная and pull the string,
Glad nobody was near,
But my face fell as I looked inside,
The little bag was bare.
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