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| Here I sit | |
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| Topic Started: Aug 29 2008, 03:40 AM (84 Views) | |
| color | Aug 29 2008, 03:40 AM Post #1 |
Infiltrator
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Here I sit against a pole The grass is moving- the wind is cold Blue jeans and a hooded sweater The soaking sun makes the coldness, better And here I fall to look above On the grass and how I love the clouds, like stepping stones on a lake of sky If I had some wings, I'd learn to fly |
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| sadistic_greyfox | Aug 29 2008, 03:45 AM Post #2 |
You're not alone
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Aww I feel all warm and fuzzy inside now. Pretty good but you know sort of small, but hey atleast you got the point accros without beating around the bush =D. Good job. |
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| Crying__Wolf | Aug 29 2008, 06:47 AM Post #3 |
Jail Guard
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Wow that was really nice it was good how you made it all to the sense of seeing and a little bit of feeling |
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| Sunny | Sep 2 2008, 03:18 PM Post #4 |
Jail Guard
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I like it. Maybe I should be outside right now...instead of lazing about indoors. |
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