Entry Stats: 4.62 Stars by 4 users with 6 comments 435 views
joan are the Queen of england you are the one to help me with my.
sickness and you are the gate i hold the key to your gate and i love my. boyfriend we have the sprits of the wolfs of the next generation you are. the legend of your time good luck and may god treat you well i am sorry. you lost your favorite teacher i lost my 5th grade teacher Mrs.love. she was trustworthy i love her may her soul rest in peace
Last Modified: March 18, 2010 at 07:01 pm
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Well I'm not much for Haiku's. So I'm not really going to leave much of a review here or a rating. I'm a bit too bias here.
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you — like music to the musician... — or else it is nothing, an empty, formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their nots and explanations.
- -F. Scott Fitzgerald
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I'm really confused on this. It doesn't seem to have a clear point to it. It could have the potential to be a poem, you just can't have these ideas crammed together randomly. It could use a little work!