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Mar 09, 2009 22:41

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A few of the other village kids noticed her.
Her eyes twinkled as walked by.
Some pointed and some whispered.
Others shrieked.
The few brave walked near her, watching her and the snake.
She smiled and stroked the dead snake,
adjusting it around her neck.
Like a scarf.

poetry, creative writing

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lilacpetal March 10 2009, 16:29:31 UTC
dunno why, i like it! :D
it's dark but not dark. XD

i used to dabble in poems, when i was way smarterer.

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crazy01204 March 10 2009, 17:03:45 UTC
You should write a poem about Ookii!

An Ode to Ookii!

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lilacpetal March 11 2009, 08:59:12 UTC
Alas, I am no longer smart enough to write a poem.
My intellect left me when I left school.
Maybe you should write one for him!
And I can read it as his eulogy in the future. :D

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