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Tim's Hair
Forests and mountains and masses of hair,
I wonder what could be buried in there?
Thick golden locks for miles and miles-
Growing in heaps and clumps and piles.
There could be buried treasure,
There could be food!
There could be anything,
Not to be rude,
BLAH BLAH BLAH
Thats where it loses me, its actually kinda funny how the year 7's think that if a poem can rhyme then they're god's gift to culture. This I think is sufficient evidence of such.
This being written by Phoebe, some girl on my bus, meant to be (and I quote) "sweet", I just found it bloody hilarious listening to it, until it got so bad I had to sit in stunned silence.... *sigh* Oh well, so much for the hope of the future.... lol!
chow x