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 Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2005 5:55 pm Post subject: The YWS Poem |
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Okay here goes, we're gonna create a YWS Poem.
All you have to do is add ONE LINE.
There are no other rules, but make it comprehensible and try to keep a theme going.
It is also useful if you copy the the previous lines already done so we can see it as it goes along.
Okay first line:
Golden light whispered through crisp leaves |
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Matt Bellamy
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| Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2005 6:21 pm Post subject: |
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Golden light whispered through crisp leaves
and quietly baptised the ground beneath them |
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| Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2005 5:43 am Post subject: |
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| Wind whispers, and they dance in morning dew |
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| Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2005 5:47 am Post subject: |
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Golden light whispered through crisp leaves
and quietly baptised the ground beneath them
Wind whispers, and they dance in morning dew
Celebrating a life long past. |
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| Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2005 6:40 am Post subject: |
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Golden light whispered through crisp leaves
and quietly baptised the ground beneath them
Wind whispers, and they dance in morning dew
Celebrating a life long past.
The children congregate and their innocent hands |
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Golden light whispered through crisp leaves
and quietly baptised the ground beneath them
Wind whispers, and they dance in morning dew
Celebrating a life long past.
The children congregate and their innocent hands
Clutch talismans of love and prosperity. |
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| Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2005 4:27 am Post subject: |
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Golden light whispered through crisp leaves
and quietly baptised the ground beneath them
Wind whispers, and they dance in morning dew
Celebrating a life long past.
The children congregate and their innocent hands
Clutch talismans of love and prosperity.
The old stand wistfully by |
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Golden light whispered through crisp leaves
and quietly baptised the ground beneath them
Wind whispers, and they dance in morning dew
Celebrating a life long past.
The children congregate and their innocent hands
Clutch talismans of love and prosperity.
The old stand wistfully by
while the sound of their death dances in their ears |
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