Topic: Say a short poem for the person above you to show them you c | |
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Jaz puts on her armor,
a sight to behold. She sharpens her weapons, steel, bright and cold. She zips in some practice, and cuts through the air. "I'm ready for anything, little potatoes beware". |
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For Metal and his veggies
A slow death they have met Basking for hours In a crockpot full of sweat! |
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one two three
now how can that be leaves of red , yellow , and brown hurry count them they will soon be blowing out of your town |
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'Tis the season to be Minglin'
Leaves the whole body a tinglin' Roses are red and skies are grey It's better than an Advil to take the pain away. |
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Pumpkins roll on down the road,
Witches search for the perfect toad. Fall bring magic to use for tinglers, Jas wants to use it on all us Minglers. |
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Metal complains about Potato Rights
Yet he fries them in his pies I didn't do them any harm I didn't poke their eyes! |
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Metal complains about Potato Rights Yet he fries them in his pies I didn't do them any harm I didn't poke their eyes! I reposted your stir fry, with the little pre sliced guy. Laying there all limp and bleeding It was your recipe I was reading. |
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complaining Jas is not nice to potatoes
oh boy oh boy do we cry not on you life their way too good from hash browns to a french fry |
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Rolling hills grow the greenest grass,
Mountains allow you through their pass. Oceans roll with deeps down under, Valleys echo with tumultuous thunder. People are another story, Thoughts encapsulate their glory. Never seen but often found, You wouldn't be you, wearing a frown. |
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metalwing
metalwing can you cook and is it as easy as you make it look and are your creations as appealing as those in a picture book metalwing metalwing |
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Teasingbrunette let it be known,
A Texas tamale is better than scone. My Chipotle is rich, my peppers are hot, But tasty creations come by the lot. I try to cook healthy but sometimes I can't Swine Flu Stew is coming, Get ready to rant. |
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TB spends his time thinking of male members,
He imagines their shapes, their widths and their slenders. Methinks it would be a better use of his time, to change his thinking and use of his rhyme. Perhaps more women might take a liking to he, If he thought more of women and less of me. |
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he causes laughter among this site
each and every day for he has a wit about him what more can I say. |
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Its time for bed
so say Good night all dont worry tomorrow other Day you can write on my mingle wall. |
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Good night, good night,
Don't go with fright, Tomorrow may be windy but the sun will be bright. So get to bed and turn out the light, Tomorrow is the day you fly your kite. |
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Finding his words scary sitting on her broom the previous poem puts love in this room Homeward Bound Dark wind swirls around me As my flight leaves the ground Thoughts of you fade upon me As I lay my tired body down The cold city now left behind me I focus only now on you For it was your smile and angelic voice Gave me hope and saw me through I fly on silver wings into the night To my home I now return As this mighty bird draws closer now The embers of love began to burn In blissfull dream I hold you near never to let go For lightning has indeed sruck twice and set my heart aglow I am awakened from the perfect dream As the flight touches down I make my way to an awaiting car For the lonley drive to my town Rain pelts softly on the windshield As I pull into the drive My thoughts focused on you alone Keep the dream of love alive Words now placed in poetic order To scribe just how badly you were missed Wanting you near to hold on to Your tender lips I long to kiss As I rest myself within my home my feelngs written for all to see I can close my eyes and again dream of you Now given my heart to you from me. ANGEL |
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ANGEL
I missed you so while you were away your words and sweet voice were missed it's soothing to know you're back at home never knew someone like you could exist Your loving, gentle, romantic words have slowly worked in a mystical way into the depths of a very lost soul as it was lonely when you were away My words can never compare to yours but what is in my heart is just the same you have removed a thorn from this heart for that my heart is now inflamed Rest your weary head this cold blistery day whispers of the wind you may hear me call your name loving words I whisper carried through the air to you what is this I see, two hearts now set aflame? Peladac |
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Hi Iam back from PA
SO BEFORE BED I JUST WANTED TO SAY YOUR COOL,, YOUR COOL SO ILL BE BACK ON MINGLE TOMORROW SO DID ANYONE MISS ME TODAY? |
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Sometimes, I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear
And I can't help but ask myself how much I let the fear Take the wheel and steer It's driven me before And it seems to have a vague, haunting mass appeal But lately I'm beginning to find that I Should be the one behind the wheel Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there With open arms and open eyes yeah Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there I'll be there So if I decide to waiver my chance to be one of the hive Will I choose water over wine and hold my own and drive? It's driven me before And it seems to be the way that everyone else gets around But lately I'm beginning to find that When I drive myself my light is found Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there With open arms and open eyes yeah Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there I'll be there Would you choose water over wine Hold the wheel and drive Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there With open arms and open eyes yeah Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there I'll be there |
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Hi Iam back from PA SO BEFORE BED I JUST WANTED TO SAY YOUR COOL,, YOUR COOL SO ILL BE BACK ON MINGLE TOMORROW SO DID ANYONE MISS ME TODAY? Yes you were missed hope you had fun in PA welcome back home now and enjoy your lovely day |
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