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  1. At the bottom of every soul, a spoonful of sleep.

    Lawrence Durrell, in case you were wondering . I've been reading Modern British Poetry, an anthology of poems, and found him in there. I read one of the poems I found in there aloud for my theater class today, Strange Meeting by Wilfred Owen, and, well, as Anza would say, it was an epic fail. Once I finished this fantastic poem I got a sort of confuzzled clapping and a collective "hunh?" All of them got a little confused. I consoled Owen when I was waiting for my parents to come, patting ...
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  2. hello world!

    by , 01-31-2009 at 02:16 PM (My Blog...How original.)
    oi!!! it's been a long time since i've been on here. oi! when was the last time i was on here?
    Well, it doesn't matter, i'm on now.
    Hey, guess what!!!! GUESS! GUESS!!!! Do ya'll remember me mentioning that we, my drama group that is, are doing "Into the Woods" JR. version? RIght... So we had auditions two weeks ago and last Sunday i got the big (And i mean BIG!) news....
    I GOT THE LEADING ROLE!!!!!! *faints* i was so exstatic! Refraise... I AM so exstatic. If i could
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  3. the ice storm

    The storm was really bad. Power poles broke in two under the weight of the ice. Lines are down EVERYWHERE. We could be without power for another three weeks. People in town are lost. IT's almost dangerous to be in town. People in the country are better equiped to deal with it. We have a generator that we run for an hour in the morning and one in the evening. Then my husband takes it around to the neighbors and runs it at their houses to keep their deep freezers frozen and let them draw water. ...
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  4. The Harelequins Last Dance

    I wrote this for a competition on another forum. You were given a list of words that had to be included in the poem, and the poem could be no longer then 30 lines.

    I really liked how it came out.

    The Harlequins Last Dance

    There is a most macabre tale to be told
    of a harlequin of such great pulchritude
    her face was painted in shades of lavender
    and her smile was sublime, upon her comely
    legs she wore white-checkered stockings
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  5. Hanging out with Chava

    was awesome!

    Cozy place
    Lovely conversation
    Fine double shot cappuccino with soy milk


    Totally rocks!

    :thumbs_up
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