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KITS Challenge First Poem
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KITS Challenge First Poem |
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netswan Senior Member
since 2000-03-28
Posts 1369Washington |
The Apple was a Pretty Red The apple was a pretty red a worm was making up a bed inside the apple all cozy and warm safe away from thunder and storm a girl came by and took a big bite and gave the worm an awful fright ~netswan AGE 8 in third grade |
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Kit McCallum
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Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
Oh Boy ... you're really going back now NetSwan! Third grade, oh my goodness, this was great. Glad you found this little treasure ... now who was more frightened ... the apple or the worm?!? Wonderful! Thanks for digging deep and finding this one! Best wishes, /Kit |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Wow, third grade...Hmmm..I can't even remember third grade.... |
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MagnoliaBlue Member
since 2000-05-12
Posts 367 |
netswan....this is so cute. Perfect to bring out for the challenge. Congrats to little netswan  MBlue |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
A is for apple and ADORABLE!!! what a treasure.... too cute... thanx for the smile later-swan-gator jm |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
wow all the way back to 3rd grade, a lovely poem. even then your talent was evident... the drama...the conflict...wonderful poem. ------------------------ "I've been too honest with myself I should have lied like everybody else"-Richey Edwards "Take nothing but pictures. Leave nothing but footprints. Kill nothing but time". Baltimore Grotto "Libraries gave us power Then work came and made us free What price now for a shallow piece of dignity" Nicky Wire, A design for Life. manic street preachers La Tristesse Durera (Scream to a Sigh) "Life has been unfaithful And it all promised so so much I am a relic I am just a petrified cry Wheeled out once a year, a cenotaph souvenir The applause nails down my silence La tristesse durera Scream to a sigh, to a sigh I see liberals I am just a fashion accessory People send postcards And they all hope I'm feeling well I retreat into self-pity, it's so easy Where they patronise my misery La tristesse durera Scream to a sigh, to a sigh I sold my medal It paid a bill It sells at market stalls Parades Milan catwalks The sadness will never go Will never go away Baby it's here to stay |
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netswan Senior Member
since 2000-03-28
Posts 1369Washington |
Kit - great Challenge, Magnolia - hehe - a little netswan LOL never thought of myself as netswan back then. - Sharon - this is the second posting I have seen where mention you can't remember being 8 - gosh, hope that is not true --- I can remember pieces of things way back to newborn such as the tramatic boringness of staring at pink ceiling with a white weaved walls all around me, and I didn't have the the words for any of it. Just a garbled thought of a me in a bassinet wondering if I should start fussing earlier so I could get some care faster. JM - hehe thanks Brian - oh, yes the drama came out early in me. LOL see above -) Thanks all -- Kit this was easy to pull out of a hat, I have never forgotten it. It was a class assignment and it was put in the school newspaper - I was in 7th heaven of fame and glory for a whole week. |
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