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Raining outside
nothing to do,
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Where the beer and the cantaloupe chill
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plant a tree, one for every child i have, so they can see the strength and endurance of nature,
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it's okay since
i dig the sound of sneakers in the dryer
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grease set trap
oil slick, fill my mouth
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I am your brother's, sister's, mister's mistress. I am depressed and stressed and so care less.
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A Great Big Frog - is a children poem about a most unusual frog that despite his short-comings, he grew to be successful.
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The wine from the vine finds me just fine and I like its potent, yet sweet, sort of taste. The lines I rhyme with climb out of my mind quick, to feed my pen, so I write each with haste. Intoxication takes the brain to a place
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They have an ongoing identity crisis, being called a fruit but you can milk them.
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A squirrel, a bird, a rabbit and a dog
were sitting telling stories on a rotten log,
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I always forget to remember things!!!
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As Mary Jane Alice walked thru the town, She took note to the sight and the sound
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La maestra asked
Manuel to use the word ‘cheese’
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I wish I had a trophy But I don't
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I wish I had a trophy But I don't
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All I could do was think about that poptart.
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A poem I wrote to my bestest friend. You should read and tell me what you think..
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I may be quite too meek
To kiss you on your cheek
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The daftest Shakespearean Sonnet you will ever read.
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Ha ha,
I'm just better than that.
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What it this,
The cutest thing
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Her wedding wring got twisted
Last weak when she maid lunch
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These thoughts, these words!
They crowd my brain
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Killing time,
After a long day of work.
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rust on the carapace! unbelieved. disbelief. space has no atmosphere.
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I woke up one morning and in the mirror did see, An awfully big pimple staring at me,
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We all look at the cockroach, With sneers on our face,
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Please excuse the wait! We are sorry, we are mopping the floors,
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Old love letters linger in my mind
impriting my thoughs with you false words
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Daisies are the funnest flower Always related to love
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Sometime s dance alone ie.Dake brance, dine lance.
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