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Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2007 11:34 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2007 8:35 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2007 11:17 am
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magical_kangaroo I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth's sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in summer wear A nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree. mrgreen OH! Trees, by Joyce Kilmer!! I love that poem, but still Joey, that's not a poetic debate.. stressed
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2007 3:15 pm
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dragontika magical_kangaroo I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth's sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in summer wear A nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree. mrgreen OH! Trees, by Joyce Kilmer!! I love that poem, but still Joey, that's not a poetic debate.. stressed It is if we talk about it.
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2007 5:41 pm
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magical_kangaroo dragontika magical_kangaroo I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth's sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in summer wear A nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree. mrgreen OH! Trees, by Joyce Kilmer!! I love that poem, but still Joey, that's not a poetic debate.. stressed It is if we talk about it. No, then we would be debating about a poem, not HAVING a poetic debate.
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 2:24 pm
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dragontika magical_kangaroo dragontika magical_kangaroo I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth's sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in summer wear A nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree. mrgreen OH! Trees, by Joyce Kilmer!! I love that poem, but still Joey, that's not a poetic debate.. stressed It is if we talk about it. No, then we would be debating about a poem, not HAVING a poetic debate. Then this is my first... redface
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2007 12:10 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2007 12:12 pm
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Silvaros Crap! uh...... xp I'll think of something.... ... ...... ...................... Youth of delight! come hither And see the opening morn, Image of Truth new-born. Doubt is fled, and clouds of reason, Dark disputes and artful teazing. Folly is an endless maze; Tangled roots perplex her ways; How many have fallen there! They stumble all night over bones of the dead; And feel--they know not what but care; And wish to lead others, when they should be led.
though....not really a poetic debate....damn it...
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2007 4:56 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 6:42 am
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Silvaros Silvaros Crap! uh...... xp I'll think of something.... ... ...... ...................... Youth of delight! come hither And see the opening morn, Image of Truth new-born. Doubt is fled, and clouds of reason, Dark disputes and artful teazing. Folly is an endless maze; Tangled roots perplex her ways; How many have fallen there! They stumble all night over bones of the dead; And feel--they know not what but care; And wish to lead others, when they should be led. though....not really a poetic debate....damn it...
Hm, I think you did better in 'woof' Where have those days gone! gonk we could work with it though....
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 6:44 am
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 1:58 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 8:44 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2007 8:51 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2007 8:58 pm
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dragontika magical_kangaroo Silvaros where have those days gone indeed? Why does one ponder where the days have gone when there is so much life around you? and Who said i ponder? What makes you say I do not enjoy what is around me?, or is it you, my friend, who is lost to ponder and finds self faults in another? Have you lost your tomorrow, to anever shdowing yestuday? Have you forgotten the sunrise, in your land of stars? What has become of your tomorrow? What path do you walk, to question the days? But, the days, why are they so short? Why does the sun go through its routinal rise in the east and set in the west? In my land of stars, why is it so unpredictable? Or an even better question... why do I like it? What draws me towards it? Why can I not turn away?
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