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Gifts for the Grand Re-Opening!



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Sat Mar 23, 2013 10:18 am
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Rydia says...



This game is very fun and very easy! Describe, either in prose or poetry, the gift you have brought to the Grand Re-Opening. But- here's the catch - you can not say what the item is. Then the next poster must make a guess, before they too describe their gift.

The poster before me has brought... nothing! How nice of them!

Frosting for the Cake

My gift is too big for houses,
but so small you'll need a microscope
to see the coding in your browsers.
Close the school room, call the pope;
it's a day for fun and mischief
on the streets. Close your eyes
and hope. There's a reality in this belief.

Look to the window, look to the skies,
the gift I bring needs no disguise,
no pretty wrappings, not tied up in bows
or ribbons or glitter, but cover your nose:
my gift brings a coldness to your weather chart,
but it brings a warmness into my hearth.
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Sat Mar 23, 2013 5:36 pm
Omni says...



I would have to say... YWS, or something along those lines, because that's just the way you are, Rydia XD

In people's future and in their past,
I come and go so captivating and fast.
My purpose, to all, is made,
Unknown, memory of me, I often drift and fade.
I travel by night and fade by day,
Because that is my common way.

Unbeknownst to some, yet precious to others,
Horrible to one, yet pleasing to another.
The one I give to you is the best,
Of all that could be given to rest.
This poem has been horribly overdone,
Rerun after rerun after rerun.
So I ask you this, What am I?

(This is my first poem, so don't be mean XD)
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