Epic poem

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bethanyoverload
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Sat Jan 05, 2008 8:01 am
bethanyoverload says... · Sat Jan 05, 2008 8:01 am
Ok so what you do is i write one line then you continue by writing another line. And so on....


As the midnight moon shone....(please continue)
"Poetry is like the sun, as it is writen down it only becomes more beautiful",as said by shooting-star
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kittykat
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Sat Jan 05, 2008 6:52 pm
kittykat says... · Sat Jan 05, 2008 6:52 pm
uh... shouldn't you write the rest of your own poem?
Our happiness here is all vain glory,
This false world is but transitory,
The flesh is weak, the Fiend is slee
Timor mortis conturbat me.
--William Dunbar
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mirandamaddness
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Sun Jan 06, 2008 4:04 am
mirandamaddness says... · Sun Jan 06, 2008 4:04 am
Well I see what your trying to do. *wink wink* :wink: I wonder where you got this idea from :roll: . *points to self...grins...teeheehee* :lol:

The two people walked...

~Star
*The Self Proclaimed Queen of The Maddness Minions*
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"Everyone has a song that tells about themselves, but I have an entire soundtrack."
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lulu_lizzrd
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Mon Jan 07, 2008 5:37 am
lulu_lizzrd says... · Mon Jan 07, 2008 5:37 am
a deer so snowy white...
I open my lunch box Hopin' to find a sandwich, an apple some cookies or cake but there, coiled and hissin' and set to unwind Is anouther big venemous poisonous snake leaving me hungry as can be you think my mother's mad at me?
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Mon Jan 07, 2008 4:03 pm
nothingface says... · Mon Jan 07, 2008 4:03 pm
Blushed in embarressment (did i spell it right?)
The Best
And Most Beutiful Things,
Cannot Be Seen Or Even Touched.
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"The trouble with Borrowing another mind was, you always felt out of place when you got back to your own body, and Granny was the first person ever to read the mind of a building. Now she was feeling big and gritty and full of passages. 'Are you all right?' Granny nodded, and opened her windows. She extended her east and west wings and tried to concentrate on the tiny cup held in her pillars."
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