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Post by snoopy on Sept 26, 2011 11:18:37 GMT
The sand dunes slumber In the hot summer sun As the surf pounds in Hillocks of water Lifting and flexing In the wind. The roar of the ocean Speaks of the untamed Power of Mother Nature And I gaze out Not knowing where I am going in life.
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Post by Daphne on Sept 26, 2011 16:18:19 GMT
What a sad little poem this is, Snoopy. Welcome to New Poetry Shared!
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Post by Wee Angus McWordy on Sept 27, 2011 10:21:01 GMT
Come and read some o' mah poems, Snoopy. Ye need t' cheer yersel' up! And guid Scots humour is the thing tae dae it!
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Post by Daphne on Sept 27, 2011 12:09:32 GMT
When will the "good Scots humour" be arriving?
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Post by annettecurtain on Sept 30, 2011 8:37:00 GMT
If I were you I'd go to Fred's party.
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Post by Daphne on Oct 1, 2011 18:32:28 GMT
Fred's party sounds quite gay.
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