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My poem
Dec 1, 2006 16:34:29 GMT -5
Post by Celina on Dec 1, 2006 16:34:29 GMT -5
........blergh
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My poem
Dec 1, 2006 16:36:07 GMT -5
Post by Sam on Dec 1, 2006 16:36:07 GMT -5
*blink* of course .....
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My poem
Dec 1, 2006 16:42:09 GMT -5
Post by Celina on Dec 1, 2006 16:42:09 GMT -5
I like your icon. lmao
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My poem
Dec 1, 2006 16:44:51 GMT -5
Post by Sam on Dec 1, 2006 16:44:51 GMT -5
Me too! ^.^ Did you ever watch that show?
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My poem
Dec 1, 2006 16:48:46 GMT -5
Post by Celina on Dec 1, 2006 16:48:46 GMT -5
Yeah, I was watching it a few hours ago. Boy Meets World.
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My poem
Dec 1, 2006 16:56:04 GMT -5
Post by Sam on Dec 1, 2006 16:56:04 GMT -5
I love it. Practically grew up with it. ;D
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My poem
Dec 1, 2006 16:56:52 GMT -5
Post by Celina on Dec 1, 2006 16:56:52 GMT -5
lol. I saw every episode if that show. Pretty nice....
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My poem
Dec 1, 2006 17:01:15 GMT -5
Post by Sam on Dec 1, 2006 17:01:15 GMT -5
Me too. I just adore it. *sniff* It's not on as often though ....
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My poem
Dec 1, 2006 17:03:36 GMT -5
Post by Celina on Dec 1, 2006 17:03:36 GMT -5
Nope. They replaced it with some other show....it's supposed to be on for an hour, 2 episodes, but they changed to something else...
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My poem
Dec 1, 2006 17:05:07 GMT -5
Post by Sam on Dec 1, 2006 17:05:07 GMT -5
Yeah. *sigh* Now it only comes on on weekends here ..... it sucks.
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My poem
Dec 1, 2006 17:06:18 GMT -5
Post by Celina on Dec 1, 2006 17:06:18 GMT -5
Yeah, here too.....mostly at night, like at 10:30 or something.....I just found that out....
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My poem
Dec 1, 2006 17:09:47 GMT -5
Post by Sam on Dec 1, 2006 17:09:47 GMT -5
It's so not fair .... all the good shows are being replaced .... *sigh*
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My poem
Dec 1, 2006 17:12:49 GMT -5
Post by Celina on Dec 1, 2006 17:12:49 GMT -5
Yeah, I know.......VERY annoying....
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My poem
Dec 1, 2006 17:23:02 GMT -5
Post by Sam on Dec 1, 2006 17:23:02 GMT -5
Yeah ..... mhmm ..... *sigh*
In light of that (although I have no idea why), I have another poem. Wrote this four o'clock this morning .... it pulled me outta bed, d*mnit ......
Measure Me
Measure my worth from a dirty rag Save the labels for the soup cans and designer bags Another coat of crap you make me wear The last ain't even dry yet, and I don't care to share Mind-rape the innocent to get your kicks But the puppy bites back to get it's fix Power is gravely misperceived Hold your tongue and watch me leave I've got better things to do Then dangle fear in front of you Carry the earth in the palm of my hand A little shake and I'll watch you go down Perfection comes in many colours Fix ourselves with paint-by-number Keep looking for the cleanest slate 'Cause the dirty rag won't hide the hate
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My poem
Dec 1, 2006 17:26:29 GMT -5
Post by Celina on Dec 1, 2006 17:26:29 GMT -5
I liek that. It's coolio.
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