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Topic Started: Jan 2 2008, 12:11 AM (264 Views)
Riss
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Where we gonna go from here?
There's probably a reason I can't make a new thread, but I'm posting my poem here anyways.
No title for it. :P





Summer’s gone.
Autumn passed too fast.
Winter’s here.
Spring will not last.

July was all joy and happy moments,
November questioned everything,
January is a hopeful fresh start,
And again, April will not sing.

I got my summer romance,
The leaves fell without a comment.
I’ve got a job for the winter,
Spring will be filled with excitement.

I was created in the late Summer.
School always starts the same.
I’ll die in the Winter,
I was born in the Spring; to be played like a game.
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la-vida-loca
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Sometimes I think I was born backwards...
whoa, awesome! :D

that's really good riss, although i don't quite get the "to be played like a game part".


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Esaul
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I think i might get it ><
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Riss
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Where we gonna go from here?
Thanks Lvl. :)
And yeah, you wouldn't get it.
You'd have to be really close to me to understand what I mean.
But I thought I'd try a new type of poem.. like... not depressing.
But I guess it evolved into that anyways, hm?
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