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Fruiting around
I fell down a tree in June,
And I hit Newton's head, that goon, He wrote some theory about me, But that couldn't be foreseen. I hit his head with a big ba-aaam, At least I didn't turn to ja-aaam, I just bounced down the cold street, Seeing no-one nice to meet. My anticipation has deceived me, No-one really wanted to see me, I kept looking everywhere, But it seemed no-one was there. No baby. So whe-eeere did my orange go, My sweetie who would never kno-ooow, That she was my star, my insolation, She pulled me close like gravitation. Would she eee-ver know? I remember, That you pretty like a cake, At least your makeup isn't fake, Because you're nothing but a fruit, You're an orange, I'm the coot. Damn, oo-ooh shoot. You're soo-oh - reee-eed, you're so bluuu-ue baby, The ripest of all fruits, yeah mayyy-beee, You're - So - Sweet, So nice and neat. |
And what kind of weed have you smokin' now o_O ?
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dude... chruser get a life
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I think is excellence. Seems like he is just speaking what is on mind and by actually posting it, it lets out a lot of stress. I think its his way of meditation >_<
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What else can I say, its fruity!
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damn straight
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u should copy right it man, some desperate rapper might come and steal ur material.
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The blind being able to see
money growing on a tree the crippled being able to walk the mute being able to talk what I am trying to say trying to understand a genius is like taco getting a BJ IT'S IMPOSSIBLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
I always wondered what it would be like to be an apple...
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Good poem Chruser.
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I like kuja's poem except for the last line.
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chruser's a fruit cake =/
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mmm... fruit cake.
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Well, since i cant start a new thread...I might as well post it here! Lets see who can compete with Chruser with your either deep/strange/nonsense poems!
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Pondering death
When I die what will I find? All sorts of possibilities race through my mind. Is there a heaven and is there a hell? If they don't exist maybe its just as well. These answers I need, I must know Or the fear will continue to grow. These thoughts remain in my head continuing to haunt me until I am dead. |
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The dread you fear when you wake up You know sumthins gonna happen, and you lay awestruck Then you remember the light of your day The spark that lights the fire, you must be brave As you walk to school, you remember what they said: Wuss! Dirtbag! Your bloods gonna shed. When you get to school they're already near But you look to the right and shes standing there You turn back and they're already coming Before you know it, your blood is running Your world turns hazy, dark and gray You feel relaxed, comforted in a way When you wake up your head is throbbing You look around and everythings bobbing Then you see her running down the aisle And you cant help but let out a great big smile :) |
goto poetry.com and copy right ur work i did :)
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huh?
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