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Post by Ghost (Samm) on Nov 21, 2006 13:53:39 GMT -5
Stubborn woman... You cannot take my freakness from me. I don't think anyone can................ I don't want to try. If ever I do, I think of the poor, poor barbers and know I would get a much more violent death......... I know! The barbers would have a painful death, that's for sure! I would never try such a thing Heretic! That's why we love you soo much. We love your freakishness.
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Post by Ghost (Samm) on Nov 21, 2006 14:23:24 GMT -5
They're filled with lust, Magazines and male thrust. Society has crashed, All morals are bashed. Olden rules we must trust.
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Post by Heretic on Nov 21, 2006 20:42:30 GMT -5
Driven by wind and storm and sail O'er the Channel with sword and nail Before the laurel crown we'll ne'r kneel We Celts will fight with spear and steel! Rome shall learn we are not frail.
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Post by Ghost (Samm) on Nov 25, 2006 23:06:48 GMT -5
Nice one!
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Post by Ghost (Samm) on Nov 28, 2006 13:08:27 GMT -5
Falling away from the sights of the crowd, The screaming gets ever more loud. About to go on stage and dance about, Singing in the lights no doubt. So let this be your cue to gather 'round.
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Post by Ghost (Samm) on Dec 8, 2006 17:55:36 GMT -5
Watching as thee leave me, Turning thy back as thee meant it to be. I feel that I shalt see thy sweet face again, Under the moonlit stars in a land so foreign. I shall wait upon the beautiful eve.
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Post by Ghost (Samm) on Dec 16, 2006 1:03:47 GMT -5
Thou hast left us alone, To scrutinise what thou has done, hurting to the bone. Contempt, and to lie to us all, We shall stand by and watch you fall. Think about your actions next time, and maybe thy heart will have grown.
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Post by Ghost (Samm) on Dec 17, 2006 2:00:58 GMT -5
Your eyes have a certain beauty, You don't know what they do to me. And your smile is amazing, Is just wonderous whilst you are serenading. In your soul, I find not an ounce of cruelty..
~*~
Don't ask, it's really late.
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Post by Heretic on Dec 17, 2006 11:03:56 GMT -5
Yeah, you're definatly in love. With someone. Doesn't truly matter whom, because you spread your heart around like butter anyway.
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Post by Ghost (Samm) on Dec 17, 2006 11:16:11 GMT -5
Yeah, you're definatly in love. With someone. Doesn't truly matter whom, because you spread your heart around like butter anyway. Believe it or not.. I'm not! And maybe I do spread it like butter sometimes, but right now, it is for but one person... And no I do not love him.
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Post by Ghost (Samm) on Jan 8, 2007 22:52:58 GMT -5
Another time to part, A spot is saved for you in my heart. My protector and brother, Keep watch of my soul, or don't bother. Just know, I love you as a kin and in my life you play a big part.
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Post by Ghost (Samm) on Jan 9, 2007 14:55:20 GMT -5
The limerick above is for you.
Fare thee well, Heretic. Until we meet again, I shall miss you like crazy, my beloved big brother.
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Post by Heretic on Jan 9, 2007 16:12:01 GMT -5
Thanks, wee one. (Hug).
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Post by Ghost (Samm) on Jan 9, 2007 19:08:16 GMT -5
Tis my pleasure. (Hug to you too.)
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Post by Ghost (Samm) on Jan 30, 2007 16:07:53 GMT -5
This thread has died, Will it be revived? I need some help with it, So please write something in it. Add your poetry and keep it alive.
~*~
Help me revive it please!!
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