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    Hey, this is a game where you post any poem or Poem's that are allready written like: Jack And Jill. Enjoy!
    "The most painful goodbyes are the ones that are never said and never explained."
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    This is perhaps my favorite poem of all time:

    Some say the world will end in fire,
    Some say in ice.
    From what I've tasted of desire,
    I hold with those who favor fire.
    But if it had to perish twice,
    I think I know enough of hate,
    To say that for destruction ice
    Is also great,
    And would suffice.

    - Robert Frost

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    The Jabberwocky :

    'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
    Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
    All mimsy were the borogoves,
    And the mome raths outgrabe.

    "Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
    The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
    Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
    The frumious Bandersnatch!"

    He took his vorpal sword in hand:
    Long time the manxome foe he sought--
    So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
    And stood awhile in thought.

    And, as in uffish thought he stood,
    The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
    Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
    And burbled as it came!

    One, two! One, two! And through and through
    The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
    He left it dead, and with its head
    He went galumphing back.

    "And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
    Come to my arm, my beamish boy!
    O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
    He chortled in his joy.

    'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
    Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
    All mimsy were the borogoves,
    And the mome raths outgrabe

    - Lewis Carroll
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    That was Beautiful Grim. - crys -
    "The most painful goodbyes are the ones that are never said and never explained."
    - (not sure saw it in a picture)

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    -has NO IDEA what half the words grimm just said-
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    o.o lol dude
    "The most painful goodbyes are the ones that are never said and never explained."
    - (not sure saw it in a picture)

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    Here are some of mine...

    Sick

    “I cannot go to school today,”
    Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
    I have the measles and the mumps,
    A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
    My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
    I’m going blind in my right eye.
    My tonsils are as big as rocks,
    I’ve counted sixteen chicken pox.
    And there’s one more—that’s seventeen,
    And don’t you think my face looks green?
    My leg is cut, my eyes are blue—
    It might be instamatic flue.
    I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
    I’m sure that my left leg is broken—
    My hips hurt when I move my chin,
    My belly button’s caving in,
    My back is wrenched, my ankle’s sprained,
    My ‘pendix pains each time it rains.
    My nose is cold, my toes are numb,
    I have a silver in my thumb.
    My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
    I hardly whisper when I speak.
    My tongue is filling up my mouth,
    I think my hair is falling out.
    My elbow’s bent, my spine ain’t straight,
    My temperature is one-o-eight.
    My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
    There is a hole inside my ear.
    I have a hangnail, and my hart is—what?
    What’s that? What’s that you say?
    You say today is… Saturday?
    G’bye, I’m going out to play!”

    Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would Not Take The Garbage Out

    Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout
    Would not take the garbage out!
    She’d scour the pots and scrape the pans,
    Candy the yams and spice the hams,
    And though her daddy would scream and shout,
    She simply would not take the garbage out.
    And so it piled up to the ceilings:
    Coffee grounds, potato peelings,
    Brown bananas, rotten peas,
    Chunks of sour cottage cheese.
    It filled the can, it covered the floor,
    It cracked the window and blocked the door
    With bacon rinds and chicken bones,
    Drippy ends of ice cream cones,
    Prune pits, peach pits, orange peel,
    Gloppy glumps of cold oatmeal,
    Pizza crusts and withered greens,
    Soggy beans and tangerines,
    Crusts of black burned buttered toast,
    Gristly bits of beefy roasts…
    The garbage rolled on down the hall,
    It raised the roof it broke the wall…
    Greasy napkins, cookie crumbs,
    Globes of gooey bubble gum.
    Cellophane from green baloney,
    Rubbery blubbery macaroni,
    Peanut butter caked and dry,
    Curdled milk and crust of pie,
    Moldy melons, dried-up mustard,
    Eggshells mixed with lemon custard,
    Cold french fried and rancid meat,
    Yellow lumps of Cream of Wheat.
    At last the garbage reached so high
    That finally it touched the sky.
    And all the neighbors moved away,
    And none of her friends would come to play.
    And finally Sarah Cynthia Stout said,
    “OK, I’ll take the garbage out!”
    But then, of course, it was too late…
    The garbage reached across the state,
    From New York to the Golden Gate.
    And there, in the garbage she did hate,
    Poor Sarah met an awful fate,
    That I cannot right now relate
    Because the hour is much too late.
    But children, remember Sarah Stout
    And always take the garbage out!

    Love em'

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