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6/20/2012 5:03:49 PM
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Mayday
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NOTES: The words quick, misty, gales, glade and snow are not supposed to be read with the corresponding sentences in the left of their lines. They are supposed to be read down. When you read echo, read it as such: "... canvas, echo, quick, misty, gales, glade, snow." Very is read with its line. You also may have to highlight the whole piece to read it because of the cream dots. ; - ;
Still, the snowflakes drop, tenderly, upon the fallen grass, slick as oil______________
_and the crisp leaves still leap at the ground, piercing the earthen canvas, echo____
__All I can do is sit, and wait for it to end. In all honesty, I think,_______quick_____
___I cannot linger too long in mysteries and dreams, for once________misty______
____The only thing I can do? Stare at my teacup; pasteled_________gales________
_____And wait for it to saturate with the sweetest thing;__________glade_________
______Tea, tea and more tea. The substance of gods,___________snow__________
_______The taste much like star mulch, the thing of the ancients, very___________
________My cup has a baby blue shell, shimmery____________________________
___________And cream dots upon it, crevices_______________________________
___________I sit with it and watch the mirror_______________________________
_____________My face is outside, in nature________________________________
______________At least my tea is hot, eh?_________________________________
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Holy moles, this took so long to get in the right shape. xD
And ho-leeeee, this poem is very colourful. 8'D
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NOTES: The words quick, misty, gales, glade and snow are not supposed to be read with the corresponding sentences in the left of their lines. They are supposed to be read down. When you read echo, read it as such: "... canvas, echo, quick, misty, gales, glade, snow." Very is read with its line. You also may have to highlight the whole piece to read it because of the cream dots. ; - ;
Still, the snowflakes drop, tenderly, upon the fallen grass, slick as oil______________
_and the crisp leaves still leap at the ground, piercing the earthen canvas, echo____
__All I can do is sit, and wait for it to end. In all honesty, I think,_______quick_____
___I cannot linger too long in mysteries and dreams, for once________misty______
____The only thing I can do? Stare at my teacup; pasteled_________gales________
_____And wait for it to saturate with the sweetest thing;__________glade_________
______Tea, tea and more tea. The substance of gods,___________snow__________
_______The taste much like star mulch, the thing of the ancients, very___________
________My cup has a baby blue shell, shimmery____________________________
___________And cream dots upon it, crevices_______________________________
___________I sit with it and watch the mirror_______________________________
_____________My face is outside, in nature________________________________
______________At least my tea is hot, eh?_________________________________
* * * *
Holy moles, this took so long to get in the right shape. xD
And ho-leeeee, this poem is very colourful. 8'D
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posted:
6/20/2012 6:19:26 PM
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Mayflower
rank: 252
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Great work! So cool!
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Great work! So cool!
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posted:
6/21/2012 10:47:14 AM
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Ah-MAY-Zing
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This is awesome!!
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This is awesome!!
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posted:
6/21/2012 2:48:54 PM
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Mayday
rank: 1351
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Ahhh, thanks, you guys! c:
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Ahhh, thanks, you guys! c:
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