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Sat Feb 05, 2005 5:55 pm
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Firestarter says...



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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Sat Feb 05, 2005 6:21 pm
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Golden light whispered through crisp leaves
and quietly baptised the ground beneath them




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Wind whispers, and they dance in morning dew
"You do ill if you praise, but worse if you censure, what you do not understand." Leonardo Da Vinci
"You need a reason to be sad. You don't need a reason to be happy." DJ, "Sideways Stories from Wayside School"
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Sun Feb 06, 2005 5:47 am
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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.
"You can go a long way with a smile. You can go a lot farther with a smile and a gun." -Al Capone




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Sun Feb 06, 2005 6:40 am
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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
"If I have not seen as far as others, it is because giants were standing on my shoulders." -Hal Abelson




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Sun Feb 06, 2005 12:25 pm
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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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Mon Feb 14, 2005 4:27 am
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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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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.

A sigh escapes and hovers,
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Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.




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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.

A sigh escapes and hovers,
fluttering near their sea-shell ears
ohmeohmy




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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.

A sigh escapes and hovers,
fluttering near their sea-shell ears
where, past the beach and past the piers,
"A man's face is his autobiography. A woman's face is her work of fiction." ~ Oscar Wilde




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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.

A sigh escapes and hovers,
fluttering near their sea-shell ears
where, past the beach and past the piers,
We watched, waiting, listening to the sunset's sigh.
"You can love someone so much...But you can never love people as much as you can miss them."




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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.

A sigh escapes and hovers,
fluttering near their sea-shell ears
where, past the beach and past the piers,
We watched, waiting, listening to the sunset's sigh.

And when all the hellos were tucked into the goodbyes
ohmeohmy




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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.

A sigh escapes and hovers,
fluttering near their sea-shell ears
where, past the beach and past the piers,
We watched, waiting, listening to the sunset's sigh.

And when all the hellos were tucked into the goodbyes
Everyone realized that the thread was freakin' ancient.
"How about putting on a shirt?" Marco asked.

"The men who are young and restless do not wear shirts. I am young. And I am occasionally restless."

"Ax?"

"Yes, Marco?"

"Put on a shirt."




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Thu Mar 05, 2009 7:38 am
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LowKey says...



Psh. Leave it to Pork to ruin the fun. Party-pooper.

Good ending though, I must admit.
Necropolis SB / Necropolis DT

Once was Dreamer, is now LowKey_Lyesmith.

Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.