Never Judge A Book By Its Cover
Is and old saying that has been said so many times, people just get fed up of hearing about it. But there is now another saying... Never judge a book by its movie. This is so true.
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Is and old saying that has been said so many times, people just get fed up of hearing about it. But there is now another saying... Never judge a book by its movie. This is so true.
With my iPad charging under my bed A visitor came to my room and said Have you cat under your bed . Thought, Opuss are you the cat under my bed.
(This is a challange, I want to see if I can get a cool poem by describing a color, so please tell me what you think!!) (Also, try reading it with some kind of melody, it makes the poem...
The little boy believed he was An astronaut, Built himself a little rocket ship, And thought He could get a little bit closer To God His good friend Billy said 'Don't Do It' His daddy, tired from...
With a book in hand You sit in the chair You open the book As you sit there "Sit down, Children.
Hold my hand, take my trust, Follow me, here in lust. Fly with me, up above, With the stars, that I love. Pick your star, here is mine, Together, we're align.
Pencil, paper, eraser in hand. Words are now at my command. The letters start to become a story, full of magic and full of glory. A smile spreads across my face as I'm transported to a wonderful...
I lay down on the grassy hill Gaze up at the sky, hypnotized. Wisps and fluff meander on by, I wonder how they're formed, mezmerized... They swirl and play in the sky, Forever changing, unique shapes.
Imaginary verse, with. Imaginary words, found in an. Imaginary mind, part of. Imaginary I, dreaming. Imaginary places, you. Imaginary faces, on my. Imaginary screen, in my. Imaginary dream, this.
An imaginary boy, held. An imaginary hand, holds. An imaginary egg, hatches. An imaginary bird, flies in. An imaginary sky, sees. An imaginary boy, kiss. An imaginary girl, wish.
I wanna be a dinosaur, And wear a blue bow tie, You could call me terry To which I would reply, I wanna be a dinosaur So I can go explore Ask me any question, My answers always- RAWR.
There's another world. I call it Otherland. Oh, well, don't you think it's real. You think I play pretend. There's a friendly dragon on that hill, And a beastly prince beyond. Some elves are singing.
I've never felt a sheep's soft wool Or heard a wild cat yowl I've never tasted the clear water of a stream Or felt the squish of mud between my toes I've never felt the soft wind Form the tops of...
I've found while trying to recollect my early years some of the memories aren't mine. And now I think I know why.
My name is Peter. Take my hand. Let's fly away. To never-land. Straight on till morning. Right past the star. Don't be afraid. Of straying afar. Soon we'll be the clouds. A pink streaked sky.
I think today I'll relax & give the day to my inner child I'll give her full control of the reigns and let her run quite wild I'll have 2 scoops of ice cream with my soldiers & my egg And after...
700 Opusses. No way. Thank you so much for listening to me. You have all made me so happy. I wonder what I shall do. Maybe another interview. Me: Hello everybody.
Down Silly Street I love to play, Run and skip and dance all day. I don't like it when my parents say: Don't you go down to Silly Street today.
#OutOfTheBlue little kids scurry around for so many bubbles are to be found. soapy circles float in the air pop them now; they're everywhere. one looks pink, one looks green another looks blue...
Exotic words and phrases, I always take the bait, I am the illustrator, My job is to create .
Awesome Abbie's favorite toy is a little yellow Ball. She likes to throw it as far as she Can. She tosses it up then she throws it Down. Abbie likes to take her ball Everywhere.
I'm running down the corridors Acting like a child I'm sick of being grown up I want to go wild Want to race. Ready, set, GO.
When I started out small I knew nothing at all No words to speak Only eyes to seek Up on Grandpa's lap What seemed like a dream Made my face beam Where stories unfolded And characters moulded...
If i were the sky, I'd never go grey. If i were the park, the children would forever play. If i were plane, I'd shoot through the sky, away out of sight and into the nigh.