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On 11/21/2006 04:53:00 PM, Rich Hughes waxed damned near poetic whilst opining...
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Roses are Red, Violets are blue,
Oh how I long to long,
For the green, green hills of earth.
What?
Formuliac?
Go F#&ck yourselves!
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On 11/21/2006 05:15:00 PM, JanieBelle waxed damned near poetic whilst opining...
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You're always so sweet, Rich.
"Go F#&ck yourselves!"
um... we just did.
Twice.
Just so y'know.
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On 11/22/2006 12:25:00 AM, Kristine waxed damned near poetic whilst opining...
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Poems that rhyme
rhyme all the time!
Yet I promise to write a poem,
sometime.
I promise to scribble
some sentiment/drivel
that may be true
or a little white fibble.
Maybe I should
go work on my finals
instead of surfing Net
to read others' opinals.
But I promise to visit
and I promise to write,
and I promise to blow you away.
Good-night!
:-)
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On 11/22/2006 12:52:00 AM, Kristine waxed damned near poetic whilst opining...
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BTW, Blogger crashed
three times as I wrote.
I hope on Glob. Org. Day
Blogger is smote!
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On 11/22/2006 12:52:00 AM, JanieBelle waxed damned near poetic whilst opining...
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We are, in fact, blown away, Mistress Kristine.
We always are when we see your smiling face upon our blog!
But it was supposed to end with
"Oh how I long to long
For the green, green hills of earth."
Silly girl.
Kisses to you!
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On 11/22/2006 12:53:00 AM, JanieBelle waxed damned near poetic whilst opining...
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Yeah, I've been trying to get Wordpress to import my blog, but it just don't want to do it.
That was probably my fault.
Sorry. I'm done now.
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On 11/22/2006 10:47:00 AM, Kristine waxed damned near poetic whilst opining...
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The mother ship calls me,
The stars await
the celestial horses are
Out of the gate,
Shimmying with comets
And meteoriting with mirth
Oh how I long to long
For the green, green hills of earth.
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On 11/22/2006 11:24:00 AM, JanieBelle waxed damned near poetic whilst opining...
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Wow, Kristine!
Exactly the feeling!
I like it a lot!
Kisses!
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On 11/22/2006 11:41:00 PM, blipey waxed damned near poetic whilst opining...
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Sorry it's a tad late, but I've been on the road, ya know.
But, now I'm home!!! For 3 days. but here's my entry:
4° sliver of moon
Rests on red-tint horizon—
Soft blanket of yellow soil
Speaks from eons past—
Wait for blue-orange flare
That whispers of no tomorrow—
Heart rests heavy,
Promises another golden morn,
Another silver moon,
Another yellow bed,
Another empty sky…
Oh how I long to long,
For the green, green hills of earth.
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On 11/23/2006 12:04:00 AM, JanieBelle waxed damned near poetic whilst opining...
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Glad you're home safe, blipey!
You're not late at all, we'd never conclude a poetry contest without YOUR entry!
Duh.
And your entry is wonderful. It's perfectly evocative of the mood I was looking for.
I truly do wish I could be somewhere where I'd miss Earth a little.
Know what I mean?
Wouldn't it be perfectly, dolefully, forlornly wonderful to be able to say, "Man, I miss Earth. Maybe I'll head home for Thanksgiving this year."?
Oh how I do indeed long to long,
for the green, green hills of Earth.
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On 11/24/2006 07:10:00 AM, Deacon Barry waxed damned near poetic whilst opining...
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When Man first felled and burned the trees,
I began my rise.
Then coal was king, and chimneys belched
More carbon to the skies.
Along came petrol engines,
And how emissions grew.
(Solar power was in the dark,
And windmills spoiled the view.)
The polar ice-caps melted in a great freshwater dump,
The Gulf Stream slowed and halted as it stopped the saline pump.
The rise in temperature was paused And people thought they'd freeze,
Then tons of melting methane pushed it up by ten degrees.
And now, with agriculture gone,
And arid deserts burning,
My happiness is incomplete,
I still can feel a yearning.
Though I sit triumphant
As the world regrets my birth
Oh how I long to long
For the green, green hills of Earth.
Deacon Barry
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On 11/24/2006 10:20:00 AM, JanieBelle waxed damned near poetic whilst opining...
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Hello Deacon Barry!
Nice new take. I hadn't even considered that angle.
Good job, and welcome!
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On 11/24/2006 12:34:00 PM, blipey waxed damned near poetic whilst opining...
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Deacon, I must second Janie. Nicely done.
