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I wanna write a poem for my mother



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Thu Feb 25, 2010 9:50 pm
Vampiress says...



even though mother's day isn't untill MAY 9th (my b-day), i wanna write her a heart felt poem. Help
whether they start good or bad, Every good writer starts somewhere
  





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Fri Feb 26, 2010 9:03 am
Firearris says...



Well, what exactly do you need help with? This may sound like a stupid question, but there are a lot of ways people can help you.
[Griffinkeeper] 10:45 pm: The guard appears "We have weasels now!"
[Firearris] 10:45 pm: askes the guard for the weasel!
[Griffinkeeper] 10:45 pm: The guard gives Firearris the Weasel.
[Firearris] 10:46 pm: aquires the weasel and renames it "Cat"

Take that, Lumi.
  





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Fri Feb 26, 2010 9:08 pm
Vampiress says...



Everything.
whether they start good or bad, Every good writer starts somewhere
  





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Wed Sep 01, 2010 10:52 pm
eyesxsewnxopen says...



A poem that lists all her good points is a good way to go!
Tobias: Well, I don’t want to blame it all on 9/11, but it certainly didn’t help.
  





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Wed Sep 01, 2010 11:16 pm
Jas says...



:) Lol, eyes, that was a bit late.
I am nothing
but a mouthful of 'sorry's, half-hearted
apologies that roll of my tongue, smoothquick, like 'r's
or maybe like pocket candy
that's just a bit too sweet.

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