Topic: Say a short poem for the person above you to show them you c | |
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you brought a tear to my eye
but now its dry so with that note I'll say goodbye |
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Edited by
delilady
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Sun 11/29/09 01:30 PM
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triple has a love for bikes
it started with his first tryke but what he would love even more is to see a hot woman at his door |
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Jayne is a sweetheart
Always has something nice to say If we were not so far apart I'd like to do lunch with her one day |
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With a smile on your face, you face the day ahead.
You work so hard but the smile never fades. To the everyday people your smile is the heart of the day. To you its just a simple smile To everyone else its what makes the day better. (that was kinda corny...sry) But I tried! |
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Iam so lucky today
I found alot of good friends on mingle to play they say whatS on there mindS but yet they are very kind Iam so lucky today |
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Always seems friendly
Helpful and trendy Sweet and polite And alway so nice! |
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Che is the name,
Pool is her game, Checking out the fellas, Maybe looking for a big sella, Whatever she's after don't matter, Whether or not he's a big batter, She'll have as much fun as she can, Looking for the right man. |
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With you cute little grin
many hearts she's sure to win With a smile and wink any man would buy her a drink |
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Che is the name, Pool is her game, Checking out the fellas, Maybe looking for a big sella, Whatever she's after don't matter, Whether or not he's a big batter, She'll have as much fun as she can, Looking for the right man. "Right" is just tight quote, restricting its victim like a sickening hand around the throat. And on the note, I'd like to say. Yesterday's my birthday. I liked the way your flows or flew, but, hey - Now it's my turn, burning with adolescence, the power of incandescence turning at the hour howled at soured shaolin stance - man, I can't wait 'til this dance is through. The next question for the next person is, "Damn, what can I say to you?" |
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impressive vocabulary for one so young,
When his parens got the report card praises were sure to be sung proud of the man he was to become |
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Some men have swagger and some men have skills,
Some women like both but some are driven to kill, Between both these guys I'm not sure which is which, But no matter the way neither would end up with a btch, Words to the wise and wise with their words, Keep it up fellas, ya cute lil nerds. (Ok I lost it at the end....sorry ) |
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Edited by
ashley_renee
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Wed 12/02/09 10:43 AM
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God job sunny on those excellent words put those boys to shame ladies are better than their lords (yeah, no idea) |
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Edited by
SunnyMcleod
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Wed 12/02/09 10:56 AM
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Hey Ashley Renee,
What do you say, Us pretty ladies sit around, Talking about all these hot men to be found, Whether they're ficticious or real, Subtley sexy or a big damn deal, You and I seem to agree on the sexiest vamp, In the whole Twilight camp, Is that big ol' softy Emmett, And his big dirty truck, Thought I'll admit Jacob is the one that I'd like to **** (Only word I could thnk of that rhymed with truck ) |
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Both woman above have rythm and can rhyme
Which one is better? We'll see with time But one thing I guarantee Both are sexy as can be |
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Sunny, you`re realy comeing along
altho some of ya admitions are just wrong sex with vamps is like licking amps it may seem like fun but you`ll get bit on the bum so stick to smurfs altho lacking in girth they dont drink blood at least not your skanky mud blood yeah your hearing it straight cos the truth always comes from a mate so turn up that frown grab your pen from the ground cos you`ve gots a way to go before battleing this hero |
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He sits there
with his confident air Thinking the battle's won Before it's even begun My money's on Sunny for this one |
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You want to battle me with words that's fine,
Just remember English that I'm killing the rhymes, Words come to me in a blinding flash of light, Sometimes I say them and they don't come out quite right, But here on the screen in this little box of type, Is where I build it up and expound all this hype, Vamps ain't my thing to be prefectly honest with you, I like a man with a lotta growl or he just won't do, Isaac's got a bet on me and you know I hate to disappoint, So admit I beat you and we'll settle it over a joint |
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He sits there with his confident air Thinking the battle's won Before it's even begun My money's on Sunny for this one Not like I'd skip ya, As sweet as you are, Pick the strong team, As smart as you are, I hope you enjoyed it, As far as I see, My words can together, Is the winner me? |
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yes you win
i cant be arsed to begin but if i was on form i`d rip this up with the sickest of smut your face would melt and it would turn your gut tingles through your spine with every verse and rhyme but you know im far to rude to be openly veiwed i`ll keep it for privite cos im a dirty little **** so here is your crown go flaunt it round mingle town your definatly blessed you just beat the best |
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