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Spilt Milk

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I don’t cry over spilt milk,
It’s just not my style,
Because I figure,
I’ll get over it,
After a while,
Because what will crying do,
It won’t bring you back,
I’ll just face the facts,
That it was a
Bunch of
Smack!




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... yeah ...

I think you can do away with the commas. They're just distractions and break up the piece really badly.

This was good for what it was, but I personally didn't like it. It was just one of those silly poems that I'm not into.

Oh yeah, and welcome to YWS! If you were looking for the Yodellers Wacking Snoopy website, this isn't it, but if you were looking for the Young Writers Society, this is it.




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lol, good job with the poem. i agree with ohewwo you dont need all of the commas. welcome to our big, seprated, not genetially close, talking always family.(took a while to writ that one *phew*)




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I did like it but think you could have put more into it and added more. It would have made it better, you don't really need the commas since it was so short either. Hope to read more and welcome to YWS I think you'll like it here and enjoy the comments you get!




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Eh.. I didn't really like it. It sounds more like lyrics and evokes absolutely no emotion. Nada. Zero. Zilch. Honestly, I think that you've got a good concept, but it needs some major development.

Everyone keep Brad away from this poem.
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I agree with areida, this had no emoton in it at all. And the concept is good but you need to work on it alot.
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