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Collaborative Poetry Creation

Started by xman, March 18, 2009, 01:34:48 AM

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xman

I started, and ended, the first poem. Someone else has to start the next,...,or,....this thread dies.
If Diogenes had looked in the mirror, he would have found a new hobby.

muggy

Ok I will give it a try

The wind was blowing on that night

mcgonser

Quote from: muggy on June 12, 2009, 05:49:02 PM
Ok I will give it a try

The wind was blowing on that night

I stood at the window and looked at the light
Thats my story and I'm sticking to it!

seen2much



The wind was blowing on that night
I stood at the window and looked at the light
From a distant beacon it grew ever near
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The simplest toy, one that even the youngest child can operate, is called a grandparent............Sam Levenson

mageepet

Quote from: seen2much on June 12, 2009, 07:13:01 PM

The wind was blowing on that night
I stood at the window and looked at the light
From a distant beacon it grew ever near

Could it be Santa and eight tiny reindeer?

seen2much

I think this would work better if the quote option wasn't used.  Copy and paste would work better on this one. :D
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The simplest toy, one that even the youngest child can operate, is called a grandparent............Sam Levenson

mageepet

Seen2, where is your new line there with your advice? LOL

seen2much

The wind was blowing on that night
I stood at the window and looked at the light
From a distant beacon it grew ever near
Could it be Santa and eight tiny reindeer?

Heck no, it's not the fat man or his ride
**************************************************************
The simplest toy, one that even the youngest child can operate, is called a grandparent............Sam Levenson

mageepet

The wind was blowing on that night
I stood at the window and looked at the light
From a distant beacon it grew ever near
Could it be Santa and eight tiny reindeer?

Heck no, it's not the fat man or his ride
How sad, cause he is really wide!

muggy

Quote from: mageepet on June 12, 2009, 09:22:21 PM
The wind was blowing on that night
I stood at the window and looked at the light
From a distant beacon it grew ever near
Could it be Santa and eight tiny reindeer?

Heck no, it's not the fat man or his ride
How sad, cause he is really wide!
To bad that pleasure we are being denied

mcgonser

The wind was blowing on that night
I stood at the window and looked at the light
From a distant beacon it grew ever near
Could it be Santa and eight tiny reindeer?

Heck no, it's not the fat man or his ride
How sad, cause he is really wide!
Too bad that pleasure we are being denied
I would have liked to sit by his side
Thats my story and I'm sticking to it!

seen2much

The wind was blowing on that night
I stood at the window and looked at the light
From a distant beacon it grew ever near
Could it be Santa and eight tiny reindeer?

Heck no, it's not the fat man or his ride
How sad, cause he is really wide!
Too bad that pleasure we are being denied
I would have liked to sit by his side

Well pull up a chair and sit for a spell
**************************************************************
The simplest toy, one that even the youngest child can operate, is called a grandparent............Sam Levenson

muggy

I think a story I am bout to tell

mcgonser


The wind was blowing on that night
I stood at the window and looked at the light
From a distant beacon it grew ever near
Could it be Santa and eight tiny reindeer?

Heck no, it's not the fat man or his ride
How sad, cause he is really wide!
Too bad that pleasure we are being denied
I would have liked to sit by his side

Well pull up a chair and sit for a spell   
I think a story I am bout to tell
Thats my story and I'm sticking to it!

seen2much

The wind was blowing on that night
I stood at the window and looked at the light
From a distant beacon it grew ever near
Could it be Santa and eight tiny reindeer?

Heck no, it's not the fat man or his ride
How sad, cause he is really wide!
Too bad that pleasure we are being denied
I would have liked to sit by his side

Well pull up a chair and sit for a spell   
I think a story I am bout to tell.
About lands far away and maidens fair
**************************************************************
The simplest toy, one that even the youngest child can operate, is called a grandparent............Sam Levenson