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Can't Explain

I can't explain myself,
I was inlove with C,
Because he was cute,
but now i like B,
he is smart, cute and funny^^
i have dreams of B's friend R,
R is nice to me and he is smart!
And C doesn't even talk to me!
last year he was my bestfreind^^
i am so counfuse!
Who should I pick?

poem by Fire Angel
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A Special Dog

a great guard
a cute baby
a bushy tail
and hairs around his whole body

he is thin
but really smart
cannot think of such a dog
who likes water but never wants to bath

he runs after a housefly
he is crazy for food
he wants to obey orders or not
it depends on his mod

never seen a dog
crazy to see
people around him
like he is really happy

he never obeys us
if we tell him to sit
but it can be done
if we give him a cookie

my true friend
different from all
cute smart and best
as he is a special dog

poem by Himanshi Yadav
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My Classmates

my classmates/friends are different.see how.

Kevin is super funny and fun and also silly and cool is in percussion

Kelvin is funny and he writes songs but he doesn't want anyone to know

Jasmine E. is fun and cool.plays the clarinet

Jasmine H. is also a poet and fun and nice :) plays the flute (me too)

Justin is annoying, a drama queen (king) and he thinks he is the boss of everyone (not really my friend) plays the saxophone (but SOMETIMES nice)

Brando is funny, clownish, funny, fun, and silly.plays the trumpet

Josiah is super silly and funny (in a nice way) and silly. plays the trumpet

Steven is silly and plays the saxophone

Diareliz is fun funny (used to be in band but not anymore)

Christian is smart like Daniel and does not talk much

Marquis is silly and always falling down

Kim is smart and silly and speaks 3 languages including these: Vietnamese and English and gibberish

Aarin is funny and a good friend

DANIEL IS smart and funny

Courteney is fashionable and a safety patrol

Eric is funny and hilarious

Rosemary is fun and plays with your hair

William is well i don't know how to describe him

Kayden is funny and sometimes annoying

Linquell is super funny

see how my friends are different.they are different, different in a good way.
how about yours?

poem by Adriana Salomon
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The dream boy

The dream boy shall be nice,
the dream boy shall be sweet,
the dream boy shall be cute,
the dream boy must be funny.
Of course he must be tough,
of course he must be cute,
of course he must be smart,
and most definitly handsome.
The dream boy should pass me notes,
the dream boy should be clean,
the dream boy should be cool.
The dream boy can't be mean.
The dream boy can't be conceited.
The dream boy cannot lie.
The dream boy shall not gossip.
The dream boy shall not brag.
The dream boy shall not stalk.
The dream boy will be made.

But does such a dream boy exist?

poem by Jasmine Aira
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Georgia Peaches

(ronnie vanzant -- steve gaines)
Well, you can see her walkin down on peachtree street
She got high-heeled shoes and a dot on her cheek
Shes lookin good, shes headed downtown
Aint got no money, honey
She knows her way around
I think shes cute, think shes cute as she can be
Talkin about a funny talkin, honk-tonking georgia peach
Well these georgia peaches
Son they know their way around
They can take your money, son before you get sight of town
Well they talk a little funny, but they look so fine
Nine out of ten of them gonna sell you a dime
I think theyre cute, think theyre cute as they can be
Talkin about a funny talkin, honk-tonking georgia peach
Well, peaches, peaches
Love them georgia peaches
Well, peaches, peaches
Love them georgia peaches
Well them georgia peaches
Sure do got the style
Theyll steal your heart with a southern smile
Well they talk a little funny, but they look so fine
The older they get, I swear its like good wine
I think theyre cute, think theyre cute as they can be
Talkin about a funny talkin, honk-tonking georgia peach
Talkin about a funny talkin, honk-tonking georgia peach
I just seem to fall in love with the wrong things

song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Look, I'm Not In Love!

No, you've got it wrong! I don't love her.
Yes, she's cute. Yes, she's nice. God, she's nice...
OK, OK, I admit it! Big deal!
You happy now?
Loads of lassies out there just as cute, just as nice!
Why would I pick her?
Why not the girl across the road?
Why not the girl around the corner?
I don't have to pick wossername.
Yes, I know her name! It's Lucy.
Now you're bound to want to say, I love Lucy!
It rolls off the tongue!
Then you'll start to thinking I'm having a ball...
You can't help playing the matchmaker!
Just let things be, eh?
Just try your luck with someone else. Why pick on me?
Yes, I'm single. OK, she's single... what of it?
She'll probably marry some guy!
He doesn't have to be me, does he?
What... she said she likes me?
That's natural. I'm easy-going.
She likes my eyes? What for?
They're just teeny weeny eyeballs.
She says I've got kind eyes? Well, she has, too!
They're quite blue, actually, like sapphires...
Or topaz or soft amethyst... A bit like mother of pearl...
Yes... she IS a lovely girl... and every now and then,
When she smiles, I get this warm feeling, all over...
But that can't be love, can it? Not real love?
Does she really like me? What... REALLY?

poem by Denis Martindale
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The bow-leg boy

Who should come up the road one day
But the doctor-man in his two-wheel shay!
And he whoaed his horse and he cried "Ahoy!
I have brought you folks a bow-leg boy!
Such a cute little boy!
Such a funny little boy!
Such a dear little bow-leg boy!"

He took out his box and he opened it wide,
And there was the bow-leg boy inside!
And when they saw that cunning little mite,
They cried in a chorus expressive of delight:
"What a cute little boy!
What a funny little boy!
What a dear little bow-leg boy!"

Observing a strict geometrical law,
They cut out his panties with a circular saw;
Which gave such a stress to his oval stride
That the people he met invariably cried:
"What a cute little boy!
What a funny little boy!
What a dear little bow-leg boy!"

They gave him a wheel and away he went
Speeding along to his heart's content;
And he sits so straight and he pedals so strong
That the folks all say as he bowls along:
"What a cute little boy!
What a funny little boy!
What a dear little bow-leg boy!"

With his eyes aflame and his cheeks aglow,
He laughs "aha" and he laughs "oho";
And the world is filled and thrilled with the joy
Of that jolly little human, the bow-leg boy--
The cute little boy!
The funny little boy!
The dear little bow-leg boy!

If ever the doctor-man comes my way
With his wonderful box in his two-wheel shay,
I 'll ask for the treasure I'd fain possess--
Now, honest Injun! can't you guess?
Why, a cute little boy--
A funny little boy--
A dear little bow-leg boy!

poem by Eugene Field
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Yea I

yea i like you
yea i think your cute
yea im obbsessed.. i like your smile
i might talk a lot about you
yea i like your sensitivity
and your sense of humor
yea im inlove with you and
NO OTHER girl will love you as much as i will

poem by Jenni Cortes
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Brow Beating

Yak- a- back- smart- back- talk- a- back- yak.
I absolutely hate it.
People with status power of position
the only thing they have to do is brow beat,
by only using their brows to entreat.

Buuuuut if you are on the dole all what you will get is
Yak- a-back- smart- back- talk- a- back- yak.
And you can not talk back as if the person on the dole
was some sort of barbarian
unworthy of being an Australian.

There is so much power in those brows
and it accomplishes so much instead of wasting time with
Yak- a- back- smart- back- talk- a-back- yak
Things get done straight away with brow beat
and there is no need to explain to take away the heat.

So much authority accompany those brows
where ever they go nobody stands in the way and there is no;
Yak- a- back- smart- back- talk- a- back- yak.
With authority, status power and position
so much can be done that come to fruition.

With brow beating I wish I can bash their
bloody brains in and destroy the mongrels with my brows.
But if you are on the dole or old you will have to put up with
Yak- a- back- smart- back- talk- a- back- yak
which is one big pain in the bum and yuk.

poem by Jerry Behr Number 2
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Forever and always

She a bit of a know it all
Not even a bit tall
She will be there forever
I don't know what I would do without her

She has an attitude
But it isn't bad
She's always happy
And I know she's always there

She's super smart
And has a big heart
She is very creative
And her best friend is a morganville native

She's funny
She's smart
I lover her so much
Just as much as she loves geelong FC

She's crazy
She's wild
What's to far for us
Isn't too far for her
Just like a leopard
Because she's purrrrrfect

Whe haven't known her long
But she one of the coolest we know
I'm gonna cry
When she has to go home

He is one of my closest friend
Hopefully that hasnt changed
Yes in kinda sad
Hope he doesn't feel bad

They are the people I love the most
I can trust them all
They always make me laugh
No matter what mood I'm in
I will will love them forever
For ever and always

poem by Tasha Bourne
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Miss Kayla Wiggins

She is cute as a button
And smart as a whip
When you visit Kayla
Such joy you will get

She’s curious and busy
Sometimes she just sits
But if you listen carefully
You’ll hear adorable quips

“Not now Mom, ” she says
When mom wants a hug
You just want to grab her
She’s cute as a bug

She likes little statues
Like a turtle and alligator
And little green frogs
That she also adores

“I busy, Mom, ” she continues
Such a hectic schedule
That you need an appointment
For hers is so full

We enjoyed her company
I know you would too
If Miss Kayla Wiggins
Paid a visit to you!

poem by Marilyn Lott
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Rzhepicks(1)

A soul wants a picture,
An ass wants an adventure.
***
It’s so nice
To know your own price.
***
She is so smart and cute
When she is mute.
***
Have you seen a cat
Who cares about a rat?
***
Her best song was sung
On the unknown tongue.
***
Do not protest!
As it’s the best!
After doing nothing
To have a good rest.
***
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
The 16th of January,2011.

poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Krystina

You have a beautiful daughter
And that you know
No matter what don’t let her go!

She’s as sweet as the sweetest fruit
And lets not forget she’s cute
A smile as bright as sunshine
Although she does tend to wine

She’s as smart, as smart can be
And a darling to everyone she sees
Playful as a clown
And she hardly ever wears a frown

Proud is what you must be
At least that’s what I see
Your eyes says it all
That you love your pretty little doll

Nagash Ramadan Reserves ©Copyright☺ 2006☻ And All Rights®

poem by Nagash Ramadan
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You Look Cute Today

Darling daughter, when on the phone,
I usually say, 'You look cute today.'
Bet you're wondering all on your own,
'Without seeing me, there’s no way.'

'Hair's a mess; no make-up in sight;
These jeans have seen a better day.
I can't be cute. That's not right.
What a thing for dear dad to say.'

Maybe I'm thinking how cute you were
At one, ten, twenty and more…
Sweet and kind with a beautiful mind
And a countenance for all to adore.

Even on the phone or when I'm alone,
I'm right each time I say that
I love you and miss you
And have no doubt that…

You look cute today!

poem by Gregory Huyette
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When Does A Cat Sing?

Catty, is a lovely cat,
Even if, she doesn't say that!
She is really, smart and nice,
And when you say , ' PISS PISS ', twice,
She opens her eyes,
Widely with a colorful bright,
To see if somewhere, is a mice,
In black or in white!

Believe me, that she is,
Really smart!
She feels when, your 'PISS, PISS ',
Is from your heart,
And not just a game,
Of your Ego-Fame!
Yes, she is,
Very smart, indeed!

When she sits, quite comfortable,
She can see what is on the table.
And then with a long sound,
Begins to sing and applaud!
Miau, miau, mieau, mieau,
Miau, miau, mieau, mieau, !
And then, in a jump,
Your food, can't be found!

Catty, is really a lovely cat,
Even if, she doesn't say THAT!

poem by Yoseph Lupu
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A Worthwhile Wife

He is no longer in love with his wife.
She is cute and smart in appearance.
She is good and high in profession.
She gives him a pride to which he clings.

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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People who are funny and smart and return phone calls get much better press than people who are just funny and smart.

quote by Howard Simons
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To Much Not Enough

not cute
enough
not smart
enough
not strong
enough
i fool to much
feel blue
to much
feel used
to much
like you
to much
miss you
to much
want you
to much
need you
to much
hurt you
to much
love you
to much
i do
to much
yet still
not enough

poem by Michelle Cook
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It's funny

It's funny
how you're the one who is scared
its funny
how I am the only one who cared.
It's funny
how you are running around, evading me, trying and hoping that all this would be the best for me.
It's funny
how none of this is funny.

We've been friends for mad long, since when could you never tell when something is wrong.
'Bros before hoes' isn't that what they say.
No chick should get in the way.
since when does my words me nothing to you.
Don't you remember the shit we've been through.
It's my gender, that's what makes it different.
Because I am a girl, and you are a guy.
Cause I feel for you, I still don't know why.
This bull is all because of this.
I want you to look at me in the eye,
talk true to me to my face
look at me when I cry.
this is your punishment
you have to look at me at a lower place.
what you did was weak. Lying to me, not even to my face.
don't get mad because I am mad.
cause you are you and I am me, yet who is this that I see.
The guy I am looking at is a joke.
Because it isn't cute when you look at me and you make me believe
that I could trust you and you could trust me,
yet it is obvious now that that can not be.

It's funny
how you're the one who is scared
its funny
how I am the only one who cared.
It's funny
how you are running around, evading me, trying and hoping that all this would be the best for me.
It's funny
how none of this is funny.

poem by Jennifer Gordon
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Poo Secrets

Poo Secrets

Are never kept..) It(s..adored
...) it(s..sharing....) it(...with..you

) it(s my deepest darkest fears you out found here.

If I am so smart why does It rant? you
are feeling this.
If I am so smart how did I end up inside
those cold, fast thighs?
I was smart enough to dodge, your slap.
Then the abuse really started....
I kept going back for more...
her verbals became more than Pascals.
My body became more, than her work of art.
It just, was not very smart enough, it became...
Her very own, personal....toy to hurt to maim..
just for joy..as it became dumber she became
smarter in waves...smarter so smart, she
could even stick knives in...it, > it

poem by Is It Poetry
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Crushing On You

Every time I see you
You make me wish I can tell you that I like you, but
I can't because I'm afraid of rejection and
My heart will feel like a broken glass
You're cute, funny, amazing and cool
I can't get you out of my mind
You make me go crazy
I can't go a day without you

Every time I see you
You take my breath away
Now I told you that I like you because
I can't hide from you anymore, but
You say that you don't like me
You're great, nice, and awesome person
I rather just be alone
If I know I can't have you

Every time I see you
You make me go crazy
After I told you that I like you again
You say that I'm not your type
Now you break my heart even more and
You're everything I have picture
Why can't you just admit that you're holding back on yourself and you want me
You're afraid that you get made fun of and you need to learn to trust your heart

Every time I see you
You take my breath away
Now I told you that I like you because
I can't hide from you anymore, but
You say you don't like me
You're great, nice, and awesome person
I rather just be alone
If I know I can't have you

Every time I see you
You make me smile
Now we can never be together
I need to learn to accept your decision
I know it going to be hard to see you everyday
You're a cute, funny, and alright
Why can't I just get over you and
Move on to someone else

Every time I see you
I feel like I'm going to faith
I need to not have feelings for you anymore
I can still talk and laugh with you, but
I can't kept falling for you because it going to kept getting harder to get over you
You're an amazing, cool, and fun person
I finally realized it just a waste of time to get you to be with me
So I hope to find someone else one day and forget you
Crushing on you

poem by Christina Phan
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