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****official poem thread*****

Rules.

-Topics will only last for ten poems and then someone (anyone) can change the subject
-Last person is a rotten egg



first topic: over-abundance
 
When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
When I behold the violet past prime,
And sable curls, all silvered o'er with white;
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves,
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer's green all girded up in sheaves,
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard,
Then of thy beauty do I question make,
That thou among the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake
And die as fast as they see others grow;
And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence
Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.
 
Originally posted by: Goosemaster
Rules.

-Topics will only last for ten poems and then someone (anyone) can change the subject
-Last person is a rotten egg



first topic: over-abundance


If this thread is still around tomorrow I'll throw down, gotta get this paper printed then get some sleeep (only had 6 hours since sunday 🙁 )
 
The cat sat on the mat
it was very fat
the cat looked like a bat
the mat and the cat... blahhh this poem sucks... Why i failed english class :frown:

o right... there was a topic
 
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