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  1. One day.

    by , 02-26-2010 at 01:59 AM (Foxtrot's Theories)
    A silent question,
    a smiling face.
    Clasping hands,
    amazing grace.

    Sun on our faces,
    pink lemonade.
    We tiptoe down,
    the seronade.

    Curiousity to ask,
    we slowly learn.
    Each life story,
    unravelled in turn.

    Think it happened,
    here to stay.
    Though we realise,
    it was only one day.
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  2. The cat and the listless tree.

    by , 02-20-2010 at 11:12 PM (Foxtrot's Theories)
    A listless tree in the moonshine,
    Without a rustle in the leaves.
    A silent hope to cherish,
    Through the mid-summer night's breeze.

    The cat yawns a stretch,
    Grooms its lusterous hair.
    It flinches at the leaves,
    Although there's nothing there.

    In such a spell-bound dream,
    A trilogy left awake.
    The mystique and the nuture,
    A blessing to forsake.

    Until finally a sun-ray,
    The leaves sit ...

    Updated 02-20-2010 at 11:14 PM by Heathcliff

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  3. Weird thing for flowers.

    by , 02-19-2010 at 03:45 AM (Foxtrot's Theories)
    "Crunchy, rubbery and bitter, why did my dad just eat a leaf?"
    Okay, I supose that won't go down in history, but it does point out that my dad just ate a leaf off the little bonsai tree he has. Totally random. Just downright weird.
    Only now I'm tempted to try it, just as I'm curious...
    I ate a flower for that reason. I felt bad afterwards because it was really pretty.

    I don't like receiving flowers. They are useless and they die after a day. Of ...
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  4. If only they new - a good reason to be upset.

    by , 02-16-2010 at 02:53 AM (Foxtrot's Theories)
    You walk up to someone, you smile as you come towards them.

    You can see the sun falling over their eyes, like an angel.

    As they notice you are approaching, they turn their head and walk away.

    As they leave you stare after them, tears welling up as your grip weakens on the box of heart-shaped cookies in your dough-stained hands.

    If only they new.
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  5. Rather Primitive limericks.

    by , 02-15-2010 at 05:31 AM (Foxtrot's Theories)
    BAKED BEANS

    He came into the room last,
    So he wolfed baked-beans down fast.
    He gave a yelp,
    Called for help,
    Then ran to the loo in a blast.

    STICKY SAM

    Meet my friend Sticky Sam,
    He gets mucked-up in jam
    He lived on a farm,
    To avoid any harm,
    And got himself stuck on a lamb.

    CLEAN JEAN

    There once was a woman named Jean,
    Who thought she was really clean.
    ...
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