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Sista bad ways the masters degree premonition holder has eliquented us inside of the never growing fortress of people's passed economic struggles as mimes
Yet the obstructioni zing doth not permit a permit
Ye of vittles portion lacks the fortitude of good days in labor
Between Camarillo livibility lengths and Newbury Park rotations as the same
None may improvith stations whilst sista bad feelings goes into debt full idea administration worry
It was autumn
Before the round
Something shivered
Tools wasn't full
Vans change, tools out strange the work
All damseled
In respite
Shane apprehension grovel
Lost beside his print
Finding his father's name
April, too new city managers
Yorks and shires bereaved
I wasn't your only father's rent
The war counted on better rays
Rates add fits
In byes gondolas say
To write wrongs
Haven't worried sensibly
The round became my leaving board
A pond as his mother's springs
She sheltered little in life
Deathly burden to me
Manhattan Surrender my moons light
Categories:
joins, america,
Form: Free verse
They are gaining on us! Yelled a honeybee
Baby chicken hawk Dee smirked at his ride, Zee.
We will soon be drinking tea with Queen Vee.
You mean we are winning? Asked turtle Zee.
Of course we are! Dee said. Look at that bee.
One honey bee was shaking his fist at Turtle Zee.
Pink clouds ahead, and lighting, watch out! Yelled Dee.
The honeycomb went down first, along with a honey bee.
The other bee flew over and asked to join Dee and Zee.
Why not? They said. Surely Queen Vee will have extra tea.
A tiny bit of honeycomb landed with them in Normandy.
And they all ended up sipping Earl Gray with Queen Vee.
Categories:
joins, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form: Monorhyme
Yes, the Mighty FlyShip Enter-Eyes,
It's five year mission,
To harrass picnics, kitchen trash pails,
and search for intelligent dung
in the universe.
Freddy, our famed Fly-Friend,
has joined Captain Quark,
and the other Fly-Men
To Fly Fly way above the Fly Sky,
In search of the aforementioned crap.
But Captain Quark used all his wits,
To keep them out of a Klingon trap.
See, Cause Klingons got their names,
From a fly trap incident in their fly games.
They coated a juicy looking planet of
dung,
With see through fly-paper from their sun
And when a Fly Ship did try to land
They found they had to "kling-On"
to the fly-paper strand.
Never to be free
For other Fly-Worlds to see.
This time he Fly-Beamed
Freddy down,
That poor doomed Fly-Clown.
They saw Freddy never-more.
"Stuck-up", he was for sure!!
Categories:
joins, adventure, allegory, angst, funny,
Form: Ballad