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Posted: Sun Nov 23, 2008 6:45 am
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 5:35 am
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Here's a little poem I made up while,strangely,eating my breakfast.
Quote: Life is like a dream without any plot, Death is like a song without any beat, Love is like a square without any sides Hate is like a hole that always echoes.
It may sound a bit deep,as my former teacher told me. If I remember rightly,this was the conversation we had about the poem.
Sean(My former teacher):Bit deep isn't it?
Me:Whatcha mean,deep?
Sean:Like,you know,deeeeeeeep.*Makes weird hand movements*
Me:Ahhh,I see what you mean,deeeeeeep.*Copies weird hand movements*
He's such an eejit,but the best teacher,EVER! I know his birthday as well as what age he is.He's 50,48-49 when he was teaching me,and his birthday is on the 1st of October.Betcha 50 euro he will be my mentor when I'm older.*Takes out 50 euro note*.
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Posted: Sat Dec 20, 2008 11:29 am
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Posted: Sat Dec 20, 2008 11:38 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 21, 2008 2:03 am
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 2:30 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 11:38 pm
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