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Post by Ponia-šiknius on Oct 21, 2011 17:06:00 GMT
Smiles are just casings to hold the face
They never break out
They never can rip the hard surface
Scratching and clawing
You can’t get through
No one has ever broken it
Not without dying
Never been real and alive at the same time
Always sealed in a corpse.
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Post by Daphne on Oct 21, 2011 17:19:41 GMT
Welcome to you, Ponia-siknius! Inspite of your peculiar pen-name. Why not use one of our general boards to tell us about yourself? Also, if you have any queries, ask me. Or my most regular helper and friend, Alex.
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Post by alex on Oct 22, 2011 0:29:21 GMT
Welcome to you, Pona-siknius! Inspite of your peculiar pen-name. Why not use one of our general boards to tell us about yourself? Also, if you have any queries, ask me. Or my most regular helper and friend, Alex. ;D does that mean I'm now a 'moderator' ? |
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Post by alex on Oct 22, 2011 0:32:00 GMT
Oh I am definitely a fan of yours, Ponia lickius ! Amazing poem!
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justfred
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Post by justfred on Oct 30, 2011 13:23:09 GMT
I understand what you are saying in your poem, but your name is puzzling. There is a new nurse in the next ward who is called Nurse Shiknius. She's not Asian like most of them are but she speaks with a funny accent and has a nice bottom which reminds me of my Elisabeth.
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Post by Ponia-šiknius on Jul 4, 2014 17:16:04 GMT
I have been away for some time but now I am back and I shall be back again.
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Post by johnny nobody on Jul 6, 2014 18:58:14 GMT
This is dreary
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