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Post by Ceri on Nov 26, 2006 12:03:44 GMT
This is a poem I wrote in year 5 (I think). It may be a little different now because I can't remember it exactly. Anyway, enjoy All in the dark, curled in my bed Eight-legged furballs fixed in my head I always imagine them crawl on my head And suck my blood till I'm dead, dead, dead! I say to my mum, "Please don't leave me alone! When they're finished with me, I'll be all skin and bone!" But my mum thinks I'm silly; she thinks I need sleep She says, "If you're sleepy, just start counting sheep." I try to count sheep, but the spiders won't go. Twenty...fourty...no, no, no! There, on the windowsil, clear as can be, An eight-legged furball, staring at me! I switch all the lights on, I bolt the front door, I lock all the windows, I drop to the floor, I grab my toy pistol, I know this means war I'll chase that spider till its out of the door!
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Post by [Six] on Nov 26, 2006 12:19:03 GMT
Cute.
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Post by trugamer on Nov 26, 2006 17:25:57 GMT
Lol year 5....the good old days
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Post by Ceri on Nov 26, 2006 21:26:45 GMT
lol This is true
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Post by Spawn on Nov 26, 2006 22:25:40 GMT
Awww, I like it, its really nice.
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Post by Ceri on Nov 27, 2006 7:33:47 GMT
lol Thanks
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Post by Vinnie on Nov 27, 2006 20:39:58 GMT
"Human slaves, in an insect nation! ah AH AH AH ah!"
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Post by Ceri on Nov 27, 2006 21:09:08 GMT
Lol nicely put
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