Excited is the word
I don't care if it makes me a nerd
You say a blog?
For our rehearsals to log
I've never done one before
And, to be honest, I want to do more
No one will read it, I know
But it doesn't fill me with woe
I'm happy to be doing this
Leaving my creative kiss
Hopefully getting more than a pass
Because I always try hard in class
But a blog is just so new
I'm happy with a unit, who knew ;)
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Theres a funny way with poems. That i dont just dont get. Rymes limiy what you say. I havnt writen a good one yet. All the rymes they limit you. And stop you saying it properly.
Sitting, thinking. Bones are aching. Working hard. Now hands are shaking. All this time spent. Thinking to write or. Just forgot. To finish the title. Don't really care. What it says. Just as long as.
I would hate to feel that horrible pain, The biggest fear, That my inspirations run away. Gone with the spoon and the dish, Over the moon across the sea.
I have this problem, Can you see. I can't stop writing Poetry. Which, you may think Is not so bad, But its driving me Slowly mad. When I write now, Every time, I have the urge To make things rhyme.
Here's a little rhyme Because I'm pressed for time Had gym this morning I'm tired, it's boring Errands rest of the day No time for play Dance at 4:30 Got all sweaty and dirty I student-teach then...
While I was sleeping, Within my bed, A tiny Spark, Entered my head, And thus was born, Within my mind, The thought to Blog, For all Mankind.
100. I'm so old. So many tales I've told... It all started with a story. But I've grown my inventory. Poems, quotes, blogs, too- As you can see, I've really come through.
Ok... I'm feeling very blank and dissapointed. I'm also feeling slightly uptight. There's been an uprising against using others work. I'm worried that you'll get out of shape with me.
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