Thursday, January 13, 2011
Sunday, January 02, 2011
Thursday, December 02, 2010
Things you can do with paint - Sunset Terrace!
WILL Cynthia ever discover that the man posing as her twin's barber has breast cancer?
WILL Lance ever find his true calling as an optometrist?
WILL Sinclair ever walk again?
FIND OUT IN THE NEXT EXCITING INSTALLMENT
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Literary Geniuspants
There was a flea
Swimming
In my tea
It swam round and round
And triangle.
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Upon the spotted cat I sat
Upon it did I sit
To rest my aching legs and feet
And to torture it, a little bit.
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See saw a pony cried
Mrs Marjorie Davis died
Her eyes fell out
Her ears fell in
Her bum grew fat
And her appendix, thin.
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Sweetmeats sweetmeats are good for you
They are ox liver and cow guts too
Mixed up with bits of raccoon poo
And also, shoe polish.
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My runny nose runs very fast
Especially when the weather is colder
As to why this is I do not know
Only that it happens so.
Swimming
In my tea
It swam round and round
And triangle.
◘◘◘◘◘◘
Upon the spotted cat I sat
Upon it did I sit
To rest my aching legs and feet
And to torture it, a little bit.
◘◘◘◘◘◘
See saw a pony cried
Mrs Marjorie Davis died
Her eyes fell out
Her ears fell in
Her bum grew fat
And her appendix, thin.
◘◘◘◘◘◘
Sweetmeats sweetmeats are good for you
They are ox liver and cow guts too
Mixed up with bits of raccoon poo
And also, shoe polish.
◘◘◘◘◘◘
My runny nose runs very fast
Especially when the weather is colder
As to why this is I do not know
Only that it happens so.
One day I'll regret this post
I wish you knew how much I love you-
How you've got me writing cheesy lovethings;
Grudgingly I admit to myself that I am yours.
How my every waking thought is tied to you;
How I don't dream dreams without you.
How falling asleep is hard
When your side of the bed is empty.
How all the beautiful things that are
Don't mean as much as you do to me.
How you've got me writing cheesy lovethings;
Grudgingly I admit to myself that I am yours.
How my every waking thought is tied to you;
How I don't dream dreams without you.
How falling asleep is hard
When your side of the bed is empty.
How all the beautiful things that are
Don't mean as much as you do to me.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Friday, September 10, 2010
Thursday, June 03, 2010
Tuesday, June 01, 2010
He does cartwheels on the sand
He does cartwheels on the sand
Shifts the weight on to his hands
Kicks his legs up high
They brush the blue and open sky.
Shifts the weight on to his hands
Kicks his legs up high
They brush the blue and open sky.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
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