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Jul. 29th, 2005 @ 01:10 am (no subject)
really lame rhyming pattern, but oh well-

sitting in space, painting the sky,
turning day in to night with the blink of my eye,
i'm breathing the breeze,
you're filling the seas,
and next we'll go put the green on the trees.
it's fun spending all this time with you,
making a planet; something new.
a place we can say we made together-
a place that's always got early-spring weather.
and on the planet it will be just you and i,
and we'll have a nice house and a car that can fly,
a place where we can grow senile and old,
and curl up in blankets when it gets really cold.

new love poems:

who stole my hat oh there it is.
anyway, do you want to go eat food with me tonight?

oh no my feet turned into giant breads!
all the more reason to hold hands.
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Date:July 29th, 2005 03:00 pm (UTC)
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You're probably the best poet of all time.
Date:July 29th, 2005 10:19 pm (UTC)
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thank you =)

write me a story!