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It's my go whoohoo!. Remember don't say anything until I say don't wanna give the game away too quick. After listening to this on my iPhone in the car earlier I have to use this one. So name this...
The Angels sang Amazing Grace And God reached out and touched your face Then he whispered ..... Very low "Come on Bill, it's time to go" ================.
A Frenchman, an American and a Irish man where condemned to die The three man where allowed to chose there method of death The Frenchman was first to be put to go, the jailer asked him how he wanted...
#acrostic. So many tears beckoned through the haunting,. Crude words carry the days of taunting,. How I'd pretended I didn't hear their painful words,. Only now realising their claims were absurd,.
You say you're my friend, But the words just about where that ends, I give you my attention and time, To sit and listen to you moan and whine, But when it comes to me, You don't listen in...
Ok my turn, if you know the following lyrics let me know in the comments but don't say until I ask you too, remember I need the artist and the title, good luck and no googling.
White paper note blank. Like a long white coat No ideas.
School consist of having a pill. Crammed right down your throat. Half of it is knowledge. Oh so small but oh so great. Once that's done you rest an hour. Letting your brain soak in new power.
It's strange when you go outside . . . And it's suddenly night. When you haven't experienced the transition from day. Makes me feel guilty. Only for a second though.
I awoke and touched a hand to my cheek. Received a reminder of just how weak. I've grown over the last few days. When I felt the tears rolling down my face. I supposed that you were in my dreams.
So it's the weekend ... And I'm sorry there isn't much, I've been busy this week. Going to be busy next week too so the next part may be next weekend too. Sorry. Enjoy.
Something under the lunchroom. Can't you hear the noise. How many kids have been eaten. Oh how awful, all those girls and boys. Over the intercom, the principle says.
Years have gone by And I stopped asking why A now we meet again A meeting of pain Years silenced my voice After you left me with no choice.
My hand comes out of the grave. And blood is on my breath. Never are you be safe. Everywhere I go I carry death. And my taste for meat. Taste for souls. Every one consumed.
Klearly you don't see it And it's headed straight for you Run as fast you can My oh my, what you gonna do All because you are a worm and your getting squished don't you squirm #acrostic.
#whatiwritewhenimdrunk I feel it slid down my legs So cold, nice to feel warmth Not limited to when I'm drunk When I do it, hold your breath What. I'm just putting my pants back on.
Stand, salute the flag. Create your works of art. How to build your volcanos. Once you learn, so smart. Over head the teacher. Lending a helping hand. Don't be tardy often.
#TalesFromSchool I really like your idea @BethyBoo and for some reason i have school on the brain today... Could it be the sheer amount of revision. or the lovely acrostics attacking my inbox.
Tell me moon in all your glory, Is heaven real or just a story.
#iftheworldendstomorrow If a truck came and ran me down Furious I'd be at my last words If I got held up at gunpoint and didn't survive Don't forget me afterwords If a freak virus got...
It's not just my ego. I see everyone loves me. They all leave the room. Not deserving to be. In my great presence. With awesomeness much. The really must love me. They bring special lunch.
#acrostic Snigger, giggles, Conversations behind backs, this is How tales get out of control Or thrown off the tracks - One push off a stolen coat is en Larged by the day, which Deviates And ends...
Something Said it doeSn't ever Slip Cause my Cranium it Contains seCrets How the wHole eartH is Here below Only no One learns, i hOpe they knOw Once i knOw I'll try tO share the gOld Life is a Large...
The box it sits. on my desk top. I walk to open it. Then i stop. I touch its engravings. Chiseled in stone. Is my name. My very own. I trace my fingers. Down the side.