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easy to write,yes poems are,
as easy as dreams by far, you might say,every day, my dreams play on sunny days, my poems rhyme in funny ways, this my task I give to you, a rhyming test,I ask of you, can you rhyme? do you dare? you have the time? do you care? take a chance,make your try, make a dance,why ask why? take a dream and make it scream, write about your passionate dream, write what makes your passions scream write tronight about your passions dream... Lonely Soul |
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write true tonight about your passions dream
oooooops typo |
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VERY COOL
HAPPYSOUL |
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Passion's cry
Hearts desire Feelings fly Touch of fire |
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that's cool Karma...
short and sweet... Thanx for trying at least you did post your POEM...your tag,you're it |
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ROSES ARE RED
VIOLETS ARE BLUE THIS THREAD BITES AND SO DO YOU ! Happy Soul |
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How long to be
You never stated Words came to me Which I related |
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as long as you care,
to take this dare, as long as you mean, the words from a dream, as long as we read, a sweet poem indeed, as long as none have, a troll to feed |
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A TROLL INDEED
WITHOUT A WORD TO SAY OR A MOUTH TO FEED ALL I KNOW IS THAT YOU ARE.......... |
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I always knew troll couldn't rhyme well....Thanks for the heads up,
watch those feet......you might trip. Trolls have huge clumsy feet Trolls have big feet and pick thier fights not so smart not so bright |
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Rose's are Red
Violets are Blue I am so thankful to have a Friends Like You... |
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Well put and always sweet like you LA
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(((Fire))))
Your a sweetie |
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Friends the best
as we jest and having a good time lets play this game in this hall of fame of fun adn all good times |
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some say tagging is okay
some say tagging is not good who am I to velieve who is telling the truth. for so long I never write but I start it when I signed on to jsh. thank you michael for your poems and words love to read them all for me to know that hope is there to write now I dare. |
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*believe* upsss!!
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They come to us at night.
When our eyes are shut tight. We dream of the day. When love will never betray. We dream of things we have missed. Like the first time we had kissed. |
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okay i gave it shot
My Dream Your passionate dreams, Have awaken me it seems, Should i be so bold,To let you know it is you i want to hold, Read your poems of passion and delight , Would love to lay with you through out the night, In my dreams you fade away ,One day i hope you'll stay, To find the love we both miss, To me that would be bliss. |
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Bravo Marilyn,,
That was really nice |
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