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Post by mesquite75 on Nov 30, 2009 12:50:15 GMT -5
My pitiful attempts at poetry
There was a nice fellow named Ryan Who had a bad habit of lyin'. For when up on stage, All the girls he did rage, And that's why they all went home cryin'.
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Post by mesquite75 on Nov 30, 2009 18:32:01 GMT -5
As a baby he slept with a blankie, As a teen he became rather lanky. But now that he's grown, He's come to be known As master of things suave and swanky.
There once was a lad known by all Renown for his height (which was small), But the next thing we knew He already grew To be the lad now six feet tall!
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Post by saerphe on Nov 30, 2009 19:50:21 GMT -5
Baha, I love 'em! XD
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Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2010 19:12:04 GMT -5
*giggle* I LOVE those! Brava!
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