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Post by AndrAIa Fan and Bob's Wife on Jul 23, 2008 19:20:09 GMT -8
two friends
NIKKI GIOVANNI
lydia and shirley have two pierced ears and two bare ones five pigtails two pair of sneakers two berets two smiles one necklace one bracelet lots of stripes and one good friendship
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Post by AndrAIa Fan and Bob's Wife on Jul 23, 2008 19:22:50 GMT -8
Poem
LANGSTON HUGHES
I loved my friend. He went away from me. There's nothing more to say. The poem ends, Soft as it began— I loved my friend.
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Post by AndrAIa Fan and Bob's Wife on Jul 23, 2008 19:25:38 GMT -8
XXXXXX
I sealed this note with kisses— six in all— each one a little cross of wings, like vanes on a swinging windmill or wooden whirligig. Then, as soon as they are posted, just you wait and see! The winds will all start spinning, and fly my note to you from me.
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Post by AndrAIa Fan and Bob's Wife on Jul 23, 2008 19:29:02 GMT -8
You are
GORDON PARKS
You are all there is, Has been and Will be. So What you are, Have become and Shall be is Through your love What I am.
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Post by AndrAIa Fan and Bob's Wife on Jul 23, 2008 19:45:26 GMT -8
When
EVE MERRIAM
When fire's freezing cold, when snow is boiling hot, when birds forget to sing, I'll still forget you not.
When every story ends, when spring does not renew, when all the clocks have stopped, then I'll stop loving you.
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Post by AndrAIa Fan and Bob's Wife on Jul 23, 2008 19:50:30 GMT -8
...And Then the Prince Knelt Down and Tried to Put the Glass Slipper on Cinderella's Foot
JUDITH VIORST
I really didn't notice that he had a funny nose. And he certainly looked better all dressed up in fancy clothes. He's not nearly as attractive as he seemed the other night. So I think I'll just pretend that this glass slipper feels too tight.
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Post by AndrAIa Fan and Bob's Wife on Jul 23, 2008 20:04:10 GMT -8
A Valentine's Day Poem
MIRIAM CHAIKIN
There was nothing from you on Valentine's Day, no card, no note, not even a call.
Same thing last year. I don't care; not a bit, just happened to notice—that's all.
Here's a card from me, made it up myself, and taped it to the door of your house. Undear unfriend, I hereby unsend unValentine wishes to you, you louse. THE END
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Post by AndrAIa Fan and Bob's Wife on Jul 23, 2008 20:15:30 GMT -8
My Valentine
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON
I will make you brooches and toys for your delight Of bird song at morning and starshine at night. I will make a palace fit of you and me, Of green days in forests And blue days at seas.
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Post by AndrAIa Fan and Bob's Wife on Jul 23, 2008 20:22:47 GMT -8
Giraffes
MARY ANN HOBERMAN
I like them. Ask me why. Because they hold their heads so high. Because their necks stretch to the sky. Because they're quiet, calm, and shy. Because they run so fast they fly. Because their eyes are velvet brown. Because their coats are spotted tan. Because they eat the tops of trees. Because their legs have knobby knees. Because Because Because. That's why I like giraffes.
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Post by AndrAIa Fan and Bob's Wife on Jul 23, 2008 20:24:41 GMT -8
From Love Song
ARNDOLD ADOFF
Chocolate Chocolate i love you so i want to marry you and live forever in the flavor of your brown
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Post by AndrAIa Fan and Bob's Wife on Jul 23, 2008 20:30:54 GMT -8
Did you eever, iver, over
TRADITIONAL
Did you eever, iver, over, In your leef, life, loaf, See the deevel, divel, dovel, Kiss his weef, wife, woaf?
No, I neever, niver, nover, In my leef, life, loaf, Saw the deevel, divel, dovel, Kiss his weef, wife, woaf.
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Post by AndrAIa Fan and Bob's Wife on Jul 23, 2008 21:04:21 GMT -8
The Lizzie Pitofsky Poem
JUDITH VIORST
I can't get enoughsky Of Lizzie Pitofsky. I love her so much that it hurts. I want her so terrible I'd give her my gerbil Plus twenty-one weeks of desserts.
I know that it's lovesky 'Cause Lizzie Pitofsky Is turning me into a saint. I smell like a rose, I've stopped picking my nose, And I practically never say ain't.
I don't push and shovesky 'Cause Lizzie Pitofsky Like boys who are gentle and kind. I'm not throwing rocks And I'm changing my socks (And to tell you the truth I don't mind).
Put tacks in my shoes, Feed me vinger juice, And do other mean bad awful stuffsky. But promise me this: I won't die without kiss- Ing my glorious Lizzie Pitofsky.
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Post by AndrAIa Fan and Bob's Wife on Jul 23, 2008 21:11:20 GMT -8
The Valentine
MICHAEL PATRICK HEARN
Who sent me this? I wish I knew, But all it says Is just "GUESS WHO?" It might be Cindy In the second row, Mindy or Lindy— I just don't know! Maybe it's Rita— No, I must be nuts! She told my sister That she hates my guts! Could it be Emily, Rebecca or Kayleigh, Elysia or Hayley, Caroline, Marilyn, Tawana or Donna, Colleen, Aileen, Irene, Helene, Hilary or Valery, Maybe Mona or Mary, Martha, Minnie, Melanie, Or Malory, Molly or Matty, Holly or Hattie, Polly or Patty— I wish I knew! Now let me think— Could it be YOU?
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Post by Bob Fan 4 Ever on Jul 25, 2008 12:55:06 GMT -8
Those all such really cool poems. I really like the first one and the one Poem by LANGSTON HUGHES.
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