Topic: Say a short poem for the person above you to show them you c | |
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You have brought tears to my eyes and feelings I thought were lost for you have a special way with words for all to see not caring the cost Though the miles be far through the hills and the plains you've reached my soul for that I cannot complain Thank you for showing me that love does still exist for if you were to touch me I don't think I could resist. Was It You The snow fell softly in the meadow Wind through baren oak trees blew Sleet danced on the tin roof of the barn I heard your name called, was it you Twilight eased itself upon the day shades of winter began to show I felt a burning in my soul Was it you, I didnt know With heavy heart I whisper your name If my heart you only knew I close my eyes and can see and touch your face My heart skipped a beat again, Certainly it was you. As I take one last look upon the meadow Before nightfall turns the scene dark blue A Doe truns to me and seems to smile as if she knows The burning in my heart, Bruning softly just for you. Subtitled "Peladacs Autumn" |
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Your swords are very scary
I can not see your face Maybe you will be a new friend? What the hell are we doing in this place....? |
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Finding his words scary
sitting on her broom the previous poem puts love in this room |
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Finding his words scary sitting on her broom the previous poem puts love in this room swords, not words |
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You have brought tears to my eyes and feelings I thought were lost for you have a special way with words for all to see not caring the cost Though the miles be far through the hills and the plains you've reached my soul for that I cannot complain Thank you for showing me that love does still exist for if you were to touch me I don't think I could resist. Was It You The snow fell softly in the meadow Wind through baren oak trees blew Sleet danced on the tin roof of the barn I heard your name called, was it you Twilight eased itself upon the day shades of winter began to show I felt a burning in my soul Was it you, I didnt know With heavy heart I whisper your name If my heart you only knew I close my eyes and can see and touch your face My heart skipped a beat again, Certainly it was you. As I take one last look upon the meadow Before nightfall turns the scene dark blue A Doe truns to me and seems to smile as if she knows The burning in my heart, Bruning softly just for you. Subtitled "Peladacs Autumn" A knight in the twilight who has brought tears to my eyes tears that are good in every way something that I cannot deny For you have awakened my soul a soul that was asleep you surely have my attention for your words I will always keep. |
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Finding his words scary sitting on her broom the previous poem puts love in this room swords, not words I gotcha girl I know what you mean now may you have a good night rest your head and relax your brow |
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What have we here?
Well lo' and behold A love story is going on With more to unfold. |
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With a potato,
Or perhaps a pea. She casts her eyes upon the sea. The poem above, sounds awfully nice, but could it apply to me? |
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Maybe that was meant for you
drop her a line and see if not don't despair for someone's out there for love is something no-one can foresee |
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A pound of feathers,
a pound of rocks, weigh no more than a pound of socks. A cup of water, a touch of tea, Would you like to have a drink with me? |
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I don't drink booze
so tea will do and I'd love to have a cup with you |
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Alcohol creates no joy,
in a girl or in a boy. A smile, a wink, for heavens sakes, is all it takes to make you think. |
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Potatoes have eyes
Chickens have bones Let's have a tea party With biscuits and scones! |
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That scone might break,
my sometimes diet. But by the lake, I'd be your pirate! |
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he likes my feet
ain't he sweet He's cute and smart... a real treat... I love him so I'd never let go he's one -of- a -kind he's truly a find! |
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Holly is a little bear,
who dances without a care. Her smiles are vast, her frowns are rare. |
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Edited by
Holly4459
on
Wed 10/21/09 12:07 PM
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his little yellow boots are something to behold
when they made him they broke the mold I'd hug and kiss him every day and night and he know I would treat him oh- so- right |
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In the search for love she sees them all
and some are stranger still, she knows but somehow she has come to fall for a man who really loves her toes |
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A small smile on his face
the one above him he writes a cute little poem to read was a delight |
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She sandels quietly into the room,
searching for the magic broom. Her friends know she will have some fun, She leaves, broom in hand, on a dead run. Now her magic is time to learn, Halloween pumpkin candles to burn. |
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