Yeay
Lazy
bucket love
Racehorseracehorse quick elegant and proud he runs with the wind or he didRacehorse
but now here he stands no longer the gallant steed
now the torn soul awaiting death with all the rest he'll be gone from us tomorrow
and to think he was the most famous of all not long ago
what would they say his fans they do nothing
and here is he'll die with the rising sun
Roses Are BlackRoses are red Violets are blue They say a poem’s a poem But that’s not trueRoses Are Black
Poems are sad Poems are happy Poems express how someone feels And poems are like people They are very different But they are people Like all poems are poems Like all people are people Whether the poem is dark Or the person is shy Everyone picks out their “abnormalities” Never stopping to look at
What’s great about them
What is great is that They are different
Roses are black Violets are pink People should be heard And that
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"I KIRRA YO FAMIRY, CROUD!!!!!"-Vincent
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Bond, James Bond.
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You tell me I'll never fly. I tell you you're right. I'll soar.
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Bond, James Bond.
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You tell me I'll never fly. I tell you you're right. I'll soar.
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Miaw
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Bond, James Bond.
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