Topic: Say a short poem for the person above you to show them you c | |
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sleep sleep
take a peek your in my dreams what do I mean you float around in my mind your aways very kind sleep sleep come on in my dreams and take a peek |
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My back is hurting
I don't know why. But if it doesn't stop soon... I'm going to cry! |
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id rub your back if i were there
but im here, its so not fair |
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My back is hurting
I don't know why. But if it doesn't stop soon... I'm going to cry! |
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theres an echo in here, what might it be
just a double post, made by che_ |
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Or maybe her back hurts that bad
And is making her so sad That she had to say it twice Someone to help her would be nice |
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roflmao....
Oh geez I did not know Seems like my computer isn't "just running slow" Probably busy double posting everywhere Wouldn't ya know? well, I wanted to share! |
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Edited by
mendy2
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Mon 01/25/10 06:00 PM
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Yes my compuotor running slow
must be all thoses men Iam after like the one called joe he got stuck in my muck so repeat is the thing to do watch out because you could lose a shoe |
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Edited by
mendy2
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Mon 01/25/10 06:01 PM
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blank see it now me |
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her blouse is pink,
there's grey in her hair, but i bet for an oldie, she has a nice pair....!!! |
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If you don't be nice
the lady in pink may just grab your pair and wash em down the sink! |
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What can I say Che
Woe is me Guess I have to nice Maybe think twice But that's not fun So now I'm done |
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There was a young man
who lived in a shoe he had so many women he didnt know what to do he called them by name he called them by number he called them in the day he called them at night There was a old man who lived in a shoe I guess calling them by name,number,day and by night was more than one man could do so he kicked them all out and said , now here Iam through! |
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living in harmony and getting along
Might be the topic of one very nice song... Yet if I really knew just how to compose, I'd write a HIT song, on everyone would know! |
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good night good night
where ever you are the keys in the lock so come on over dont think dont stop |
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I logged on to play
It's late I know, I turned around Where'd everyone go? I scared them away, I didn't mean to I guess I to should go... Shoo Shoo |
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so up in the air
and what do you see I can see you and you can see me up in the air and what will I do I can hold you or you can hold me up in the air and what will I wear Ill wear you out there is no dought |
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Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie.
Sounds so very sad, it makes one want to cry. We could climb a mountain if we didn't die. Or let our imaginations run ... and sigh. |
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Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie. Sounds so very sad, it makes one want to cry. We could climb a mountain if we didn't die. Or let our imaginations run ... and sigh. But what we see as circumstances require, Is that nothing on this Earth is dire. Energy is life and fun comes from the pyre. A phoenix is born from life's fire. |
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On a wing he does inspire,
Thoughts soar as from a phoenix fire. Cheering all through jokes and jest As Mingle pal to all, he’s best! |
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