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Post by prady on Dec 27, 2005 12:20:23 GMT
called: and then i realised
and just beside the summer grass
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Post by nighthawk on Dec 27, 2005 12:32:15 GMT
called: and then i realised and just beside the summer grass thought: and then idealised my delightfull summer lass
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Post by prady on Dec 27, 2005 19:36:29 GMT
called: and then i realised and just beside the summer grass thought: and then idealised my delightfull summer lass who heart it seemed was made of glass
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Post by JCL on Dec 27, 2005 19:58:42 GMT
called: and then i realised and just beside the summer grass thought: and then idealised my delightfull summer lass who heart it seemed was made of glass then went 2 the cops and got paid-2-grass! are multiple rhymes allowed?
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Post by prady on Dec 27, 2005 20:32:51 GMT
wrell u lyrical sensitive poetic soul we are incharge of the poem and as long as we only do one line at a time i think its ok ;D
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Post by prady on Dec 28, 2005 11:18:47 GMT
Maybe they need titles like before? What's this one called? [glow=red,2,300]called:[/glow] and then i realisedand just beside the summer grass thought: and then idealised my delightfull summer lass who heart it seemed was made of glass then went 2 the cops and got paid-2-grass! but jon being the poetic soul he is has turned a beautiful piece of poetry into a gangsta moment.... lets try again... [glow=red,2,300] CALLED..... speak to the hand[/glow] speak to the hand cause the heart can't listen..
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Post by JCL on Dec 28, 2005 11:31:15 GMT
'gangsta' moment? lol, i'm just a poet, i don't take on that false persona like most speak to the hand cause the heart can't listen, until the power of metta has arisen,
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Post by prady on Dec 28, 2005 11:34:35 GMT
'gangsta' moment? lol, i'm just a poet, i don't take on that false persona like most quote] speak to the hand cause the heart can't listen, until the power of metta has arisen when my heart is full, alive, aware
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Post by JCL on Dec 28, 2005 13:52:00 GMT
speak to the hand cause the heart can't listen, until the power of metta has arisen, when my heart is full, alive, aware, there's never any need 2 be scared,
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Post by ahbleza on Dec 28, 2005 20:24:46 GMT
speak to the hand cause the heart can't listen, until the power of metta has arisen, when my heart is full, alive, aware, there's never any need 2 be scared,
When the hand is empty, cold, ignorant,
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Post by ahbleza on Dec 28, 2005 22:01:14 GMT
New one?
The happy life
Thinking back my younger years the games we played back then
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Post by prady on Dec 28, 2005 23:59:13 GMT
The happy life
Thinking back my younger years the games we played back then Life was carefree and void of tears full of promise, dreams of you once again now i see that to be free like when i was a child
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Post by prady on Dec 29, 2005 0:03:15 GMT
i know but i couldn't think of anything
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Post by prady on Dec 29, 2005 0:04:38 GMT
The happy life
Thinking back my younger years the games we played back then Life was carefree and void of tears full of promise, dreams of you once again now i see that to be free like when i was a child i must reside with heart light and mild
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Post by ahbleza on Dec 29, 2005 19:19:17 GMT
The happy life
Thinking back my younger years the games we played back then Life was carefree and void of tears full of promise, dreams of you once again now i see that to be free like when i was a child I must reside with heart light and mild
If only I could recapture my youth and the joy and spontaneity we once enjoyed lay down my sorrows i know i should and all friends acts would be rejoiced
(dunno rejoiced is correct english?)
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