Bag of Green Grapes

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Wolf
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Fri Mar 07, 2008 1:14 pm
Wolf says... · Fri Mar 07, 2008 1:14 pm
Ha, that poem rocks! I agree with what Jabber said about not feeling anything for it (except amusement), but it's hilarious that this was on a bag of grapes.

PLOO!

- Camille xx
everything i loved
became everything i lost.

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Rei
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Fri Mar 07, 2008 10:49 pm
Rei says... · Fri Mar 07, 2008 10:49 pm
That was just the giggle I needed, yoyo!
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Sat Mar 08, 2008 12:57 pm
aestar101 says... · Sat Mar 08, 2008 12:57 pm
This was so cute!! This just made me laugh. You write the funniest poems, ever!!!! Keep on writing.
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Gadi.
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Sat Mar 08, 2008 7:23 pm
Gadi. says... · Sat Mar 08, 2008 7:23 pm
This was pretty good....I must say. this does give me inspiration, too. Shows how much one can draw life from simple objects...

Like a Psychological Thrilllllllllller.
my world isn't only beautiful
it is so far away
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Sun Mar 09, 2008 6:48 pm
flowerchild says... · Sun Mar 09, 2008 6:48 pm
OMG! That is the best poem ever! (so you don't think I'm crazy, I'm sarcastic a lot)
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Wed Mar 12, 2008 8:15 pm
Leja says... · Wed Mar 12, 2008 8:15 pm
You know, the first time I read through, it really irked me. But you know? Now I really like it ^_^ It's just a different way of thinking around things ^_^
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