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 Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 3:56 pm
You can make your own poems an stuff here.
A teen rose from a bed.
She woke up covered in red.
She cried out her eyes.
While sitting near pie.
I knew her.
She was Ann Sher.
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2007 4:38 pm
I see red every were
red here and red there
red every where
my life is a living hell
in my head i hear bells and bells
i scream and shout for it to stop.
Then i know my poem will be one of the top biggrin
ok it aint that good but and aint really bad right lol i just wanted to post something smile
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