A collection of poems from my grade 12 writing assignment

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PostFri Sep 23, 2011 10:49 pm » by Fatbastard


I notice after you post, you all quickly log off. "Sneeky looking, but i'm not here." :dancer:
"Senator. I am not now, nor have I ever been, an oil trader, and neither has anyone on my behalf. I have never seen a barrel of oil, owned one, bought one, sold one, and neither has anyone on my behalf."

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PostFri Sep 23, 2011 11:35 pm » by Muchtyman


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PostFri Sep 23, 2011 11:52 pm » by Fatbastard


If it's not being to presumptious of me. What part of Scotland. muchtyman :dancer:
"Senator. I am not now, nor have I ever been, an oil trader, and neither has anyone on my behalf. I have never seen a barrel of oil, owned one, bought one, sold one, and neither has anyone on my behalf."

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PostFri Sep 23, 2011 11:56 pm » by Teloc


there was zis girl named jill
stuffed dynamite in her pussy just for ze thrill
her vagina was found in china
and bits of her tits in brazil...
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PostSat Sep 24, 2011 12:00 am » by Fatbastard


Mary had a little pig, she couln't stop it grunting, so she took it up the garden path and kicked it's... :dancer:
"Senator. I am not now, nor have I ever been, an oil trader, and neither has anyone on my behalf. I have never seen a barrel of oil, owned one, bought one, sold one, and neither has anyone on my behalf."

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PostSat Sep 24, 2011 12:01 am » by Newearthman


Lonely Town


I wish I knew what I do is true.
There's too many choices I have to make,
that will effect my life in so many ways.
Sometimes I think I've lost myself,
but I'm too far down the road to go back.

Instead of turning around I speed up.
I go so fast, I get ahead of mysef
and neglect the here and now.
I have a solution for this,
it's called cannabis.
It limits my speed
and gives me the escape I need, to go through the motions
so I can succeed.

I'm longing for the day
when I can go my own way,
but it all seems so far away.
I'm waiting to be found
but I don't know if I will;
if I keep hanging around
this lonley town.
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PostMon Oct 03, 2011 9:14 pm » by Newearthman


My Piece of the Pie


Things are weird, all of life is fuct.
Nobody seems to care, let the drugs do the work.
Nothing but a twisted tune, ringing in my ears.
All the critics are corrupt, speaking other peoples minds.
Where are we going to find a sign, to lead us to the truth?
A clear mind is hard to find, and worse to keep.
The winner of the rat race is still a rat,
and the cat is not far behind.

Keeping my mind for myself
Keeping my style to myself
Keeping my cool to myself
Making my morals my own
Leaving the hype behind
Loaning my thoughts to the world
Just don't make them your own!

Live and let live and die in peace.
Clear a path and leave a trail.
I'm gonna follow my dreams even tho they're crazy.
I'm going to ride the breeze, down the road.
Going to find my mind that left me some where far behind.
Lost in a world that I don't understand,
it's calling for freedom that it can't have.
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PostWed Oct 05, 2011 7:51 pm » by Newearthman


The Great Escape


When I step out into the sunshine,
everything comes to light.
I can sit and feel fine,
the warmth helps me unwind.

Then the wind blows by and I look to the sky,
dreaming of some far off land.
I feel like the world in in the palm of my hand.

I listen to natures song carry on.
The sounds of life that bring waves of harmony.
Washing away the grit; once again I feel fit.

As I walk towards the water,
I can feel the calm, clarity rush through my body,
like an iron over wrinkles,
and the tention is released.

And as the sun sets and the wind dies down,
along with the sounds and the water gets dark.
The night brings new life.
The stars shine bright, and the moon looks on.

Everything is calm until the break of dawn,
when light breaks and creatures awake.
The birds sing for a new day;
as I start to drift away.
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PostSat Oct 08, 2011 1:29 am » by Wildfire67


They are all very beautiful poems.They come from your soul.That makes you an artist!

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PostSat Oct 08, 2011 1:41 am » by Cornbread714


teloc wrote:there was zis girl named jill
stuffed dynamite in her pussy just for ze thrill
her vagina was found in china
and bits of her tits in brazil...


There once was a woman named Alice
Who used a dynamite stick for a phallus
They found her vagina in South Carolina
And part of her anus in Dallas...
Where's the beer and when do I get paid?
- Jimmy Carl Black (the Indian of the group)


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