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Nan
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since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA 
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....And.... here we go with my absolutely splendiferous class from 7/8th period.... Read 'em and smile, folks.....  |
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Class Member
since 1999-12-21
Posts 93In Poetry Class |
Poems Poems are very hard to write, It is hard to make them rhyme and not sound trite. They are so hard in fact to write, When I am forced to compose one I am up all night! [Note: This message has been edited by Nan] |
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Class Member
since 1999-12-21
Posts 93In Poetry Class |
IT'S SO COLD It's so cold on this winters eve It's so cold keep your arms in your sleeves It's so cold they may freeze It's so cold there is frost on the trees It's so cold frozen are the bees It's so cold shaking are my knees |
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Class Member
since 1999-12-21
Posts 93In Poetry Class |
A Horrible Christmas What if Santa feel off your roof, Surely the world would hear a loud boo-hoo! For Santa would be able to finish his job, And surely Christmas would become a fraud! No more toys for the young boys and girls, No pretty jewelry boxes that look amazing when twirled. No more presents under the Christmas tree, For Santa's reindeer would have been set free! The world would awake to a moment of fear, And surely Christmas Day would be full of tears. So if you hear Santa's bells on your roof that night, Pray to the heavens that he will deliver the world's presents all right! Poem By: Shannon D. [Note: This message has been edited by Nan] |
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Class Member
since 1999-12-21
Posts 93In Poetry Class |
Lion Awaking Thy little Suzie waking the lion Lets not mention what happened to Brian in a flash there was a clang and a bash lets take a moment to embrace and wipe away our tear stained face for poor little Suzie is a dyin By JoJo M. [This message has been edited by Class (edited 12-24-1999).] |
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Class Member
since 1999-12-21
Posts 93In Poetry Class |
Hey look it's Mr.Ecstatic who is such a fanatic of a guy named Elvis who wrote the song "Pelvis" and another called "Static" Hey look it's Mrs. Peach who lives upon the beach. She reads while tanning and has a servant for fanning she's quite the money leech Hey look it's Mr. Plumb Who says every song has been sung. His life is quite dull an inpersistent null his attitude is dumb |
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Class Member
since 1999-12-21
Posts 93In Poetry Class |
In a land of opposites, you might find, that people are mean and never kind Where children work and never play and adult act childish day by day And everyone loves broccoli and peas and people are dirty and get fleas They are bored all day and just hang around I'm so glad this place has not been found |
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Class Member
since 1999-12-21
Posts 93In Poetry Class |
Sister, Sister Sister, sister she's a pain, I want to flush Her down the drain. Brother, Brother he's okay, But I, just want to get away. Pulling, Tugging on my hair, I really really shouldn't care. Sure, oh sure you don't believe me, They act so nice it makes me queesy. Now I have a baby sister, Once and a while I like to kiss her. But late at night she likes to cry, and that is when she's not a piece of pie. I quess they'll just have to do, till my time at home is finally through. |
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Class Member
since 1999-12-21
Posts 93In Poetry Class |
My ****en Season of **** By: Caitlyn "The sped" Roberts my favorite season of the year can you guess its right here I like to play in the leaves I jump and joy with glee The leaves sway from side to side like someone blowing them in front of my eye. You can say that this Season isn't the best But really wins from all the rest [This message has been edited by Class (edited 12-23-1999).] |
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Class Member
since 1999-12-21
Posts 93In Poetry Class |
Christmas Eve By: Kira Carliss It's Christmas Eve, And I can't believe, The excitement that's in the air. The hustle and bustle, the music and cheer, Children's smiles from ear to ear. Santa Claus and elves, Wrapped presents being hidden on shelves. Milk and cookies on the table, Sleep? Children are never able. When the clock strikes twelve, Here comes the biggest elve. And the roof will creak, So the children will peak and scream... SANTA! SANTA! |
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Class Member
since 1999-12-21
Posts 93In Poetry Class |
Winter Time Winter time is here, The snow is nowhere near, The trees have lost their leaves, And everyone wears sleeves. The winter blanket's out, But snow is not about, The people all a shiver, The wind makes the home a' quiver. Once finally snow comes, Winter will be done, Summer then will come, Then all the kids have fun. But not me, Until the snow I hope to see, So I now wait for the snow, To fall,drift,and blow. BY: MOO [This message has been edited by Class (edited 12-21-1999).] |
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Class Member
since 1999-12-21
Posts 93In Poetry Class |
Snowball Fight As I step out into the snow a white sphere whizzes by my face, I follow it's path as it lands, SPLAT!, on my best friends arm, I duck as another white sphere whizzes by my face, I grab a fistful of snow and make a shapely round ball, As I get up to throw it, SPLAT!!!, a snowball hits me in the face, I fall as the burning coldness stings my cheeks and nose, I laugh. By: Colin Lentz |
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Class Member
since 1999-12-21
Posts 93In Poetry Class |
A perfect day for a game, Without a cloud in the sky. In the mid-70's The middle of July. The buzzing of people, Talking with no end. Baseballs crackin, off large lumber bats. The two teams take their places, the talking simmers down, except for a few. Above all the voices, there is one voice to be heard, "PLAY BALL!" Kyle Carton #7 |
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Class Member
since 1999-12-21
Posts 93In Poetry Class |
Mr.Bomten Mr. Bomten lives in the town of humten lots of mumtens live in Humten all the mumtenss love Mr.Bumten except for Mr.Lumten. He is a mean Mumten no one one likes Mr.Lumten Then Mr.Lumten died all the Mumtens were sad. B* |
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Class Member
since 1999-12-21
Posts 93In Poetry Class |
Look at all the snow today Like a world of white I think today is going to be Perfect for a snowball fight We can build big snowmen And decorate them with lights But we're all waiting for someone To start the snowball fight I thought I felt something by my side It felt almost like a bite, I turned around and saw Little Joey start the snowball fight It was an infinate battle That went on through the night I thought it would never end That endless snowball fight! |
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Class Member
since 1999-12-21
Posts 93In Poetry Class |
My Cow I have a cow with purple spots It also has some greenish dots When my cow gets dirty I mop it It is so heavy sometimes I drop it My cows name is Big Nessie Cleaning its Droppings is very messy When I milk it It kicks me away So then I take it out to play For dinner it eats a chunk of meat And for dessert it nibbles my feet Now I lay her down to sleep Sleep sound my cow Don't make a peep. By:Small Devil [This message has been edited by Class (edited 12-21-1999).] |
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Class Member
since 1999-12-21
Posts 93In Poetry Class |
CHRISTMAS TIME WHEN THE TIME IS NEAR, IT'S PERFECTLY CLEAR. THAT THOSE DANGLING SLIEGHBELLS, ARE ALL THAT YOU'LL HEAR. ON DECEMBER FIRST. YOU'LL BEGIN YOUR THIRST, FOR EGGNOG AN' GIFTS. AND NOTHING WORSE. AND DURING THIS TIME, THERE'S ONE THING YOU'LL FIND. THAT GIVING FOR OTHERS, WILL BLESS YOUR MIND. THE SKY MAKES BEAUTIFUL WONDERS OF WHITE. THE SNOW IS TRULY A MAGNIFICENT SIGHT. SO UNTILL SANTA COMES, I WISH YOU ALL A GOOD NIGHT |
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Class Member
since 1999-12-21
Posts 93In Poetry Class |
There is a giant willow tree in a field where i live. The willow tree sways lightlyfrom side t side in the warm early spring breeze. As the sun slowly rises over the purple mountains majesty,as bids sing from atop it's branches. But this tree has not always known such happiness. No not at all. This tree has been forced to watch it's brothers and sisters brutilly murdered. First by ax's later by chainsaws. This tree has seen dismemberd tree limbs hauled off in trucks spewing black smoke and leaking oil on the sapp soacked ground. No this tree is not happy. For this tree is the only one in three square miles. |
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Class Member
since 1999-12-21
Posts 93In Poetry Class |
There once was a teacher, Bob. Who was fond of corn on the cob. One day by mistake, He ate a red steak, And then he started a mob. KyLe & CoLiN |
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Class Member
since 1999-12-21
Posts 93In Poetry Class |
Christmas Christmas will be soon be here Fill the rooms with lots of cheer Merrily dancing all night long When caroling we sing many songs Santa, Santa please come soon I really couldn't wait till June I am so annxious I wet my pants My mom said I did a funny dance Presents and love to end the year Hey wait we still have one more party here! It is finally New Years Eve You You never know whats up my sleeve Till finally the clock strikes twelve, POP! Confetti coming down no way for it to stop. A New Year is just beginning I make a wish in hopes of winning Let's start off the year off right Cause it's a very special night! |
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Class Member
since 1999-12-21
Posts 93In Poetry Class |
The Yankees are better than the Sox When they beat them the fans throw rocks With Knoblauch like a fox He hits homers off those stupid jocks After one inning the Red Sox are rocked Without Pedro the Yankees will walk In the dugout the Red Sox talked Of how they thoght they had the win locked Out on the field the Yankees mocked At the useless players the Sox had stocked bY THE SECOND THE FANS HAD SAID MATT [This message has been edited by Class (edited 12-21-1999).] |
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Munda Member Elite
since 1999-10-08
Posts 3544The Hague, The Netherlands |
It's quite a read, but I can't stop ! I'm liking it too much ! |
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