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11-05-2005, 02:43 PM
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dalai clique
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poems we might have written as children
concorde
i saw concorde yesterday it was great it looks like a swan i want one concorde is supersonic it makes a big boom it's my favourite aeroplane even better than a spitfire one day we were by the thames and we saw concorde and then right after we saw this car-boat it looked like a car but they drove it into the water and it floated like a boat that was two good things in one day craig johnston age 8 twickenham london england
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11-05-2005, 04:44 PM
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Amateur Human
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Great idea! Are ones that we actually wrote okay?
Love Was Gone
a song by "David Cannon" (a nom-de-plume), age 9 The trees were completely bare of leaves The houses were vacant and empty Ashes floated in the breeze Love was gone Love was gone I went to what used to be the town There were no people there to greet me Nothing growing in the ground Love was gone Love was gone Love... Was... Gone... [Instrumental interlude, featuring a symphony orchestra performing all these fancy classical sounding passages that I would hum to myself in intricate detail, even including the kettle drums, as I sat in my room imagining the glorious magnificence of it all...] I went back to my hometown There were birds and flowers all around me Ladies dressed up in their gowns Love was here Love was here LOVE... WAAAAAS... HEEEEEEEEEERE!! Here... have a hankie, DDD 
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11-06-2005, 01:47 AM
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meretricious dilettante
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Apples are round,
And juicy, and red, I love to eat them While sitting in bed. But I don't want to get out of bed anymore. So what on Earth do I do with the core? Trish (Patty then)... age?? 7 ??
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11-06-2005, 04:05 AM
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Cheeses Save
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Fire engine fire engine
Shiny and bright red and loud. I can always hear you from way down the road. Woooo Eeeeee Oooooo Woooo Eeeeee Oooooo Someday when i'm tall dady says I can ride a rele fire truck but rite now I just play with a toy one in the hall Wooo Eeeeee Oooooo Wooo Eeeeee Oooooo Jenny wants to play with you I told her to play with her dolls Dady said that was mean girls can be a fireman too Wooo Eeeeee Oooooo Wooo Eeeeee Oooooo Matthew G. 4th grade. Homeroom #2 Mrs Kolfax s class Glenwood School |
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11-06-2005, 05:05 AM
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no more nice girl
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I don't like my mum
I want to carve her up with a saw I'd use her skin to make a drum And then I'd put her head in the fridge door.
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11-06-2005, 09:05 AM
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dalai clique
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aww mads! we love you!
 brilliant everyone! 
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08-25-2007, 02:48 AM
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I can benchpress 300 oz.
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What happens to crows
when you feed them whiskey and bread. -------------------------- A crow is made for flying and talking all the time My dad is made for mischief He does it very fine He bought some bread and whiskey, and mixed it in a bowl We rolled it into dough balls then threw them on the roof The crows were very thirsty and ate the smelly bread They went so very crazy I hope that none got dead A crow just talks like static on the telephone line But they weren't talking static they started to unwind And hung from all the branches and the telephone line We laughed ourselves so silly We had a grand old time. By Bernie age 8 circa: 1963 Today I feel appropriately guilty for having fed whiskey to wildlife.
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09-04-2007, 05:38 AM
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another crayon in the box
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Cadillac, Cadillac
Cadillac Black pedal to the metal don't gimme any flack! Cadillac, Cadillac Cadillac Pink take me to Neiman's gonna get me a mink! Cadillac, Cadillac Cadillac White some rhymes rhyme this one doesn't Norma Jeane Mortenson, age 12 |
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11-03-2007, 04:58 AM
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Dear monkey lord you must agree upon my head, as you can plainly see, my teeth are sharp my jaws do crack and when you fly I will surely snap.
Oh, but green one, my little pup, we do not drink from a similar cup, and though I wish you well my friend, tis isn’t how you think it will end. For I king of the monkey lore have many adventures yet in story, so snap a snap and crack a crack I'll stretch my legs for this ride upon your back. For a while they traveled together. Is everything to your liking tresses lord? The ripples a bother, the stingers sore? Can I offer you closer inspection of your destination? The shade may be more accommodating to your future preoccupation. You are a clever one, a scaly scoundrel indeed. Drift closer to that rock and let us see what we will see. The sun it shine so on your back, admire I this shimmering glaze, water does not bond, obliged! Amazed! and your gate so fast, so sleek and smooth you are a master captain a king must of your brood. You think? I mean, of course I am. Lengthy liberal librettos have been dedicated to me; on more than one occasion. Do take notice scruffy one of the two bumps on my head. It has been foretold by the queen of all queens that I will achieve great things; greater things than have ever been seen or imagined. A remarkable accomplishment will be indeed, if you have the foresight to succeed. Foresight? Yes, foresight my dear friend, when you know a thing enough to predict its end. Pontificating he walked towards the tip of the reptile’s nose all the while pointing to the sky as his arms and head rose. You see it has nothing to do with manna from heaven's above or silly things like luck or love, but hard work and what learning brings, the monkey stopped short, the alligator started to sing. Ah furry one, I see what you mean, to know a thing is to know a thing. I learn quick as you can hear by my song and with a snap the monkey was gone. Last edited by Anna : 12-28-2007 at 03:11 AM. |
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11-06-2007, 03:39 PM
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How long was I asleep?
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The rain falls in drops
In our mouths and on our tongues But you see, I chew |
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11-12-2007, 01:36 AM
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constantly amazed
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Porn thread porn thread
I'd rather eat corn bread
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11-12-2007, 08:29 PM
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meretricious dilettante
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The thread is my shepherd; I shall not want.
It maketh me to use the seam ripper; it leadeth me to baste my pleats. It restoreth my bobbin; it leadeth me on the path of buttonholing for its' name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of the large dot, I will fear no evil; thy rotary cutter and thy yardstick they comfort me. Thou preparest a cutting table before me in the presence of mine enemies; thou anointest my bearings; my sleeve arm runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all of the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of Elna forever.
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11-13-2007, 04:39 PM
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How long was I asleep?
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Trisherina is clever in that kind of scary, exciting way. |
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