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One fine day, the village came to prey;
In the most enriched-- kind of way.
The rich man cried, the honest man lied.
The man in the bubble came out-- to hide.
He was enrolled by death;
He once loved a girl named Beth;
She took the basket.
He took the casket.
A decision made by the mob.
"So sad." said the Invisible Blob...
- by Pope of the West |
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- | Submitted on 08/28/2008 |
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- Title: The Invisible Blob
- Artist: Pope of the West
- Description: --[ I made this poem because of the unthinkable actions of mankind and its paranormal happenings that might occur one day and change the universe...FOREVER. >:] ]--
- Date: 08/28/2008
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Comments (4 Comments)
- 2pound - 10/06/2010
- no you didn't make that poem because of those reasons; it is more apparent that you made this poem purely to rhyme, because let's face it, IT'S PRAY! P - R - A - Y ! not E. so you get a 2, because at least you rhymed and stayed somewhat coherent, since no congruency can be had.
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- T3h_Wafflez - 02/02/2009
- hmmmm
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- randomkiro - 01/07/2009
- i dont exactly know wat 2 say.........8O
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- -C h ii b i A n g 3 l- - 08/28/2008
- Pretty Deep x]
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