Artemis
Veteran of the War
It's the book of my days, it's the book of my life.
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Post by Artemis on Jun 25, 2004 10:56:34 GMT -5
Here is a the resurrection of a poem I wrote in seventh grade. extrodinarily silly Anabel Lee enjoyed drinking tea, She sat down for it at three, But then she realized she had no honey, She cried, " Oh woe is me" So she rose and went to her friend, the bee. "Oh mister bee mister bee won't you help me?" The bee replied "What is wrong? dear anabel lee?" "I sat down for tea and had no honey!" "Well Anabel lee I have plenty of honey." said mr bee. "Won't you please give some to me?," asked anabel lee. "Of course i will will my dear if I may join you for tea." So they had tea under the maple tree with plenty of honey. There the deed is done now I need to go and find something to angst about.
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Post by sonnetinkinston on Jun 25, 2004 11:38:25 GMT -5
Artemis, I know you've got me beat on this one. I'm too damn serious, I know. [mentally cracks her knuckles]
But let me see what I've got.
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