by Sarah J Beara
Tuesday, November 05, 2002
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I was staring down some icecubes today
And I said to myself, this could make a poem,
Oh goody, oh yeah,I looked at those icecubes some more,
And wrote down the word "Icecubes"
The poem didn't make any progress
Icecubes weren't the greatest inspiration I guess,
Oh well, I'll find something else to write about,
Those poor poor icecubes
Will have to be counted out.
I was sure I could write something beautiful and inspiring about icecubes. But they're just not that great.
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|Reviewed by tulula T. tadswickle
|Hey Sarah! ( f.y.i this is Logan) i like this poem its deffenetaly u i've written a Lot of poems like that just f.f they don't sound the best but they are fun 2 write!! ; )|
|Reviewed by Ed Lupinacci (Reader)
From flowing waters passion
turns cold hardness to melting desire
once of shape and form
now liquid with dreams to once again flow
Keep looking at those frozen little waste lands.