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napo is starting so lets do frenship poems!!! :D uwu



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Thu Apr 01, 2021 3:41 am
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Carina says...



HEWWO!!!

april is here can u believe it ?! 😳 you know what that means...
NA 🙏 PO 🗣️🗣️🗣️ !!!!

let me hear 👂 u SCREEM!!!!! ok but 😥 use ur pent up energy 🔋 on our WARM ♨️ UP EXERCISE 🏃‍♀️ das rite, i mean 😏 - WRITE!! ✍️ ehehahoehahe

to start off napo stronk we will bring back my boi #freindshippoems. go forth n write all the lovly poems on ur frens walls n such! but maybe u dont have any ideas?? I GOTCHU! here are som xamples:

classic shakespearian
roses r red
violets r blue
u make my heart go
peepee poopoo


thought provoking haikus
my name is carina
i like toast
and washing machines


mindblowing acrostics
chaos rules this land
and so does ur mom
rhinos
i
no
anglish


aaand that about sums it up!!! :smt003 :smt003 :smt003 :smt003 :pirate3: 😳😳

make sure to use the hashtag #freindshippoems so we can see da poems in all its glory

did u hear me? lemme say it louder for da ppl in da back

MAKE SURE TO USE THE HASHTAG #freindshippoems SO WE CAN SEE DA POEMS IN ALL ITS GLORY

again i repeat
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ok das all, psa over


have a FANTASTIC day and an amanzinger napo!!!
HAPPY APRIL!!!!!!
lov u all cant wait to read

xoxo gossip gurl
chaotic lazy
—Omni

the queen of memes
—yosh

secret supreme overlord of yws
—Atticus

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alliyah says...



poetry is a gr8 way 2 spread love to ur friends! #NAPOOOOO #APPPRILLLLLLLLL
you should know i am a time traveler &
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"For a short space of time I remained at the window watching the pallid lightnings that played above Mont Blanc and listening to the rushing of the Arve, which pursued its noise way beneath. The same lulling sounds acted as a lullaby to my too keen sensations; when I placed my head upon my pillow, sleep crept over me; I felt it as it came and blessed the giver of oblivion."
— Mary Shelley, Frankenstein