10-24-2004, 01:49 AM | #11 |
FridgeBOB
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All purpose Poetry thread. hmm. Thinking... Thinking....
The wind she blows on lake Champlain no, that's been done before I love thee truely, yes I do that's rotten to the core the same thing happens every time I try to start a rhyme but oh, it takes so very long to start the first damn line For minutes, hours, days or weeks I say lines in my head Nodding when I think one's found then shaking it instead Sometime I'm driven to the point of instability and I must let my anger out. I miss my poor old tree But hey, that doesn't matter now because it seems that I have finished one more poem though line one is not quite mine and fin. so ends post number three. I hope you all enjoy
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