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Notes
Contributed by
Faddy
on
Monday, 22nd November 2004 @ 09:43:30 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Many notes we're passing
All of these hands grasping
In the hall
Short and tall
Laughters, sadness, gasping
A secret now and then
Not to be told again
You tickle
You giggle
Maybe a little sin
So to those who recieve
cherish all these dead trees
I write so
that you know
how life's treating me.
Copyright ©
Faddy
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2004-11-22 21:43:30]
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Re: Notes
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by Former_Member on
Friday, 28th January 2005 @ 02:09:40 PM AEST
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| This was cute. Makes me sorta wish I had friends in school to pass me notes. :-) (Adult student, comm. college) Anway, another example of how the ordinary can be poetic. Keep writing! |
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Re: Notes
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by Drapes on
Monday, 6th March 2006 @ 09:10:50 PM AEST
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Sweet! Yes, notes are a big part of my everyday life at school! Nice write!
-Drapes |
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