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Post by DetectiveDupin on Sept 11, 2003 13:46:43 GMT -5
This is my poem.
The bird spread out it's massive wings, The shadows cast over the hills as the bird took off. Over the sun, with the breeze rushing against it with the glowing warmness over it. But the sun was covered by greyness as the sky changed. And water pattered down as the wind got stronger. But the bird continued, it's huge wings streached out. Then a strike came down. The wind rushed faster, but then, it stopped, and the sun was clear for all eyes to see, but the bird carried on, water dripping from it's grey-feathered wings. as it flew off in the blur of colors that were murked in the sky and, and with one lound noise form it's beak, it was gone.
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Post by DetectiveDupin on Sept 12, 2003 11:04:45 GMT -5
Yeah but I'd read it out and I'd get you to do the actions to avoid any embarrasment!
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Post by BSam on Sept 12, 2003 19:22:08 GMT -5
don't worry swans... i'm sure you'd be able to slip out the back of the classroom just before he reads it...
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Post by DetectiveDupin on Sept 13, 2003 3:55:16 GMT -5
So what if I'm British. Anyway do you thimk that english people are posh? And.. I'm entering that poem into a poetry contest. I could win £1000. How much is that in dollars?
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Post by DetectiveDupin on Sept 14, 2003 1:35:57 GMT -5
Cool. But you wouldn't see me wearing that foil outfit.
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Post by Zombie-chan on Oct 7, 2003 12:56:23 GMT -5
that's really good! and have you realized that most of the best poets in the world are from britain?
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Post by DetectiveDupin on Oct 7, 2003 12:59:08 GMT -5
No. That can be one of those thoughts that I store in the back of my head and get really excited about.
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