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[PrezLeefun]

In the Eye of the Beholder

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Beauty is not at all real

It has no solid meaning nor, is it something you can feel

Its not something you can greet

Its not the people you meet

It will fade as you get older

That’s when they say its in the eye of the beholder

It meets no general standard

And for the unpretty it’s a mere hazard

For many it causes pain and strife

It takes away true value from your life

It is not an essence that is true

And in reality it does nothing for you

Weather its blond, brunet, thin or heavy

The beauty I speak of, is that which is petty

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Ann B. Proctor

[Wolfcounsel]

Oh freddled gruntbuggley, thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid bee
Groop I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes
And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles, or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon, see if I don't!



-- Prostetnic Vogon Jeltz, from The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.

[PrezLeefun]

wow w- o - w

[HomeschoolrsRUs]

A new poem by my daughter, tell me what y'all think:

What Is That Word?


A scream is heard --
What is that word?
Death? Sorrow?
Darkness fills tomorrow.


A cry is heard --
What is that word?
Pain? Suffering?
Only tears can this bring.


A sigh is heard --
What is that word?
Stress? Depression?
Oh, there's too much congestion!


A trumpet is heard --
What is that word?
Joy? Relief?
Jesus coming back for me,
it must be!