The Ultimate Vampire Resource and Directory

The grass, the bush, the tree, green.

Jean, thirteen, the preteen, unclean, unseen, routine.

Jeanne, fifteen, the teen with bad hygiene.

Christine, eighteen, the queen, she preens, and shows that sheen.

Ohh, the age of nineteen, it's obscene.

It's mean, so unlike morphine.

Green, new, the face of the future.

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Apocapus
03:23 Oct 17 2010

Wow!!! I love it!!!



Nicely Done.

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What is brown?

Is it a tainted crown?

The football at touchdown?

An heirloom, an ancient nightgown?

The bottom of the lake where she drowned?

The dead body facedown?

Brown is the feeling of rundown, shutdown, a knockdown,

After missing the hoedown,

In your hometown.



Brown makes me frown.







**(Not really, I really like brown. lol.)**

It was a Saturday,

I remember.



It was snowing,

I remember.



We were in the park,

on the trail,

I remember.



We were holding hands,

I was holding your left one,

I remember.



We were holding hands,

You were holding my right one,

I remember.



I felt the warmth,

I cared about the warmth,

I remember.



It was below freezing,

My hand was warm,

I remember.

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Peggers7
23:04 Nov 28 2010

Looking back, I don't remember who I wrote this about. Actually, I don't think it was about anyone. Anyone that matters anymore, anyway. :P

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