10-22-2004, 05:36 PM | #31 | |
Shaken not Stirred
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The card of plastic I did spend
The sting of debt I must trancend. Eating only toast has made me lean I fear I'll never see the green. A short leash I have attatched The legend of debt, I haven't matched.
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10-22-2004, 05:51 PM | #32 |
Dancer
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My Refrigerator
We spend our money on grapes and cheese from a goat. The milk in the fridge stings my throat. The bread is so stale we only use it for toast. The fruit is turning green, as is the roast. The smells is so bad we use a leash to open the door. This is the legend of my dorm-room refrigerator.
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10-22-2004, 05:59 PM | #33 |
The Thunder Dragoon
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I awoke this morining to the smell of burnt toast,
when I went downstairs, what I was saw something that could easily sting anybody's eyes, and my nostril was filled with a smell that pinched my neckm like I was hung on a leash, for a green odour came out of the kitchen, and now I spend my days, telling this stupid legend.
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10-23-2004, 07:25 AM | #34 |
Check mate.
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To spend another day sitting in endless wait
the sting won't vanish until it's too late a toast to his health, my tombstone I'd carve Green with envy, without love I'd starve He'd pull my leash, I have no choice but to obey I was once a legend, but he took that away.
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I AM FURIOUS
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10-23-2004, 10:15 AM | #35 |
Magikoopa
Join Date: Mar 2004
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The Mage
I spend my time studying my spells, Ignoring the sting as I memorise them, I can make toast of a man, Or a green toad instead, I can leash the elements, I am a spell-casting legend.
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10-24-2004, 06:24 AM | #36 |
Check mate.
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Bust, loud, wasted, call, memory, done.
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10-24-2004, 07:10 AM | #37 |
The revolution will be memed!
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We bust out, run quickly out of the room
And we shout: "These are the years when we are in full bloom" I would rather not see them wasted, as often people do So we call for our selves, to realize the truth Let's make this a one big memory, on we remember forever! We don't just want to be done with it, but rather live it as we should, be clever! Well...This is really hard if you ask me. But this is what came out after a little (perhaps too little) of thinking.
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10-24-2004, 11:12 AM | #38 |
Check mate.
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Her hand wavered across her bust
a loud sigh exiting her dry lips wasted eyes longing to close now she'll call on slumber, if just for a while to lay in memories that save her from the present what's done is done, but the tears go on.
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