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Post by brodoswagginseve on Jul 29, 2015 11:03:09 GMT
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush,
Of quiet birds in circled flight,
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.
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Post by Lobster Man on Jul 30, 2015 4:29:15 GMT
There once was a man from Peru
Who had a lot of growing up to do,
He’d ring a doorbell,
then run like hell,
Until the owner shot him with a .22.
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Post by Nender on Jul 30, 2015 5:00:25 GMT
There once was a man from Peru Who had a lot of growing up to do, He’d ring a doorbell, then run like hell, Until the owner shot him with a .22. *reads super deep poem* Nice. *scrolls down, sees Keen's poem* ... |
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Post by brodoswagginseve on Jul 30, 2015 6:51:17 GMT
I has another one!!!!!!!
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Walking through that path of trees,
Un-disturbed, in twos and threes,
Going, waiting,
For someone to reach out a hand
So you may reach the Promised Land
They can smell the flowers,
Feel the wind against their cheeks
They still have hope
They haven't given up
They will march on
Heads up,
Eyes alight,
They will not get a fright
Nothing will tear them apart
These friendships, dear to heart
Never be broken,
Nor betrayed,
Not before the last one has been slayed
They will stick by each other
Till the end
But their fate,
They can't comprehend
Walking through that path of trees
Un-disturbed,
In twos and threes
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Post by Lobster Man on Jul 30, 2015 13:37:46 GMT
So do I.
There was a Young Lady whose chin
Resembled the point of a pin:
So she had it made sharp,
And purchased a harp,
And played several tunes with her chin.
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Post by Kenzie MoonBunny on Jul 30, 2015 14:18:44 GMT
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Post by brodoswagginseve on Jul 31, 2015 11:42:36 GMT
It's raining,
it's pouring
This life is getting boring
he's flying
we're crying,
sherlock is dying.
^^^ I little fan poem for sherlock
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Post by ♪Kwillz♫ on Aug 1, 2015 23:02:14 GMT
Roses are red. Violents are Blue.
I have no idea what I am doing.
It's snowing on Mount Fuji.
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Post by brodoswagginseve on Oct 1, 2015 1:38:03 GMT
That tree, O, has so much history
That tree, O, is something of a mystery
They say creatures take flight
out of that tree and into the night
The tree makes a wood you see,
and the goblins O, hear their glee,
glowing eyes, crunching leaves,
the stones move, you see their heaves.
Whoever goes in, they're sure to have a shout,
for this is goblin territory,
better watch out!
^^^^^^^^^^ this was actually a fan poem that I wrote about the spiderwick chronicals but you know.... hehe! I enjoyed writing it a lot
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Post by †††Ｔｊ Ｌａｓｅｒ Ｓｈｅｐａｒｄ††† on Oct 15, 2015 21:45:59 GMT
Deaths eyes are cold,
Her voice is hoarse and bitter.
The cold winds swept through the room,
"formaldehyde is strong in this room, dear!"
The angel of life says to sweet lady death,
"This one sang a sweet tune of mercy, but it couldn't hide from me."
Deaths voice rung out, cold and bitter.
The angel even felt a shiver,
The soul was taken from the body.
in exchange for a new life to begin,
"Wake up! Wake up darling!"
She opens her eyes again,
Sweet lady death leaves as the baby was born.
The mother is dead, but in exchange of a new life.
-Alexis Belrose.
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probably from before Domo shut down. i recently resized most of the emojis so easier to view on mobile and added a few new ones as well as a web icon a little Domo for the site. 
