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Post by QueenPaige4 on Mar 17, 2006 15:25:24 GMT -6
Poetry Why do I write it? Why does it help me cope? Is poetry magical? Does it wash away the problems I have?
Poetry Something wonderful Words in a verse A couple lines that symbolize how one person feels and thinks
Poetry my life my getaway the paradise the highlight of my life it keeps me occupied
Poetry my best friend Who won't stab me in the back and spill my secrets who can keep quiet
Poetry my diary the one thing I can keep from people unless I don't want to
Poetry is my everything.
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Post by Laura on Mar 18, 2006 7:49:22 GMT -6
"Poetry my best friend Who won't stab me in the back and spill my secrets who can keep quiet"
--I will have to disagree with that from my view ... my poetry spills almost every secret and thought I've ever experienced. It may be well hidden but it likes to advertise things I wish some never knew. Strange, isn't it?
It was okay ... I don't really know what else to say on that ... hmmm ... I may return
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Post by QueenPaige4 on Mar 18, 2006 13:05:02 GMT -6
well what i meant was that it wouldn't be like my friends like it doesnt talk its just words of how i feel eh...its kind of difficult to explain what i meant in this poem
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Post by Laura on Mar 18, 2006 14:46:32 GMT -6
I understood what you meant.
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Post by QueenPaige4 on Mar 18, 2006 15:07:17 GMT -6
okay thats good
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