Cheer
You say lets bring some
cheer and you always
do with your team of
two you dance and you
swivel so happily in tune
Your in a shape
of a pyramid
no a box
or more
When you mess up
up you always say
he who laughs last
laughs best and then you
pull a trick but not
not her but you so
true
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Trouble Two | 0 | 02/01/2011 |
| Cheer | 0 | 02/01/2011 |
| Poems | 0 | 02/01/2011 |
| In My Mind | 0 | 02/01/2011 |
| For The Kid Who Is Bullied | 0 | 02/01/2011 |
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