Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2007 5:23 pm
Spoiler
Lucimay is really really bossy isn't she? 
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2007 5:42 pm
What did you say, Jennifer?
Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2007 6:02 pm
Nuffink! I swears it!
Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2007 7:15 pm
Me neither!
Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2008 6:20 pm
So...um...whatever happened to this project, anyhow? We kinda missed January...and most of February, for that matter....
(Oh. Yeah. Life happened. I hate that.)
(Oh. Yeah. Life happened. I hate that.)
Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2008 7:48 pm
oh. well...
we were shooting for february because Avatar was gonna be back
full time to participate.
but he's actually not back full time yet.
we could shoot for April, which is National Poetry Month?
Av will surely be back full time by then.
we were shooting for february because Avatar was gonna be back
full time to participate.
but he's actually not back full time yet.
we could shoot for April, which is National Poetry Month?
Av will surely be back full time by then.
Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2008 9:11 pm
april is also the month i was born.Lucimay wrote:oh. well...
we were shooting for february because Avatar was gonna be back
full time to participate.
but he's actually not back full time yet.
we could shoot for April, which is National Poetry Month?
Av will surely be back full time by then.
Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2008 9:17 pm
And I'll be back from Spain in mid-March. So that settles it. April it is. 
Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2008 9:19 pm
...I'm busy April so that counts me out!
Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2008 9:45 pm
The whole month??Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2008 10:05 pm
bull hockey.Seareach wrote:...I'm busy April so that counts me out!
Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2008 10:29 pm
...well, it was worth a try! 
Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 4:34 am
Untitled
O to be a robin or a sparrow in the garden of an English summer.
Amid the detrius the fallen leafs are dried and crisp,
Each leave their story briefly splotched in glorious detail -
a squirrel's stash of prickly paws,
a foxprint or a doggy tear,
- But time slips away on the gentle breezes that go who knows where,
Untill Christmas lights and autumn sparklers flicker in the magic hour,
And the waving boughs waft cool the setting fury of the sun.
And far off on the other side,
The bluebird sings tomorrow's song,
Blessed and new and brightly brushed
Unto the stem - and that is all there is...
Yours Truly
Yabber Monkey
So in writing this peom
I don't feel I'm alone
At that crossroads of gold breathless days
When perhaps other times
I'll revisit these rhymes
And the jogs of those far memories
O to be a robin or a sparrow in the garden of an English summer.
Amid the detrius the fallen leafs are dried and crisp,
Each leave their story briefly splotched in glorious detail -
a squirrel's stash of prickly paws,
a foxprint or a doggy tear,
- But time slips away on the gentle breezes that go who knows where,
Untill Christmas lights and autumn sparklers flicker in the magic hour,
And the waving boughs waft cool the setting fury of the sun.
And far off on the other side,
The bluebird sings tomorrow's song,
Blessed and new and brightly brushed
Unto the stem - and that is all there is...
Yours Truly
Yabber Monkey
So in writing this peom
I don't feel I'm alone
At that crossroads of gold breathless days
When perhaps other times
I'll revisit these rhymes
And the jogs of those far memories