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An: This probably belongs to the Boring.
Yamiholo: Yeah, all her poems that rhymes suck and the poems that don’t rhyme are good.
Holo: heh… I’ve been trying so hard to be the best writer I can be, so don’t put bad criticism there, it’s like a flame ya know?
Yamiholo: Yeah, encourage the writer, not discourage the writer.
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SleepinessAs the alluring, appalling, golden sunny days transforms into the stillness of the black nights, the sky darkens and the silvery moon arise. The fair stars gleamed like neon lights and then the largest star crawls down the azure seas to die. Innocent children began to get rub their large eyes that tell them they are sleepy. They start to go under the miles of the comfortable, billowy bed. But….”I don’t want to go to bed.” One child who yawns like the first morning said. Thus, this dogged child stayed up all midnight, rejecting the fact that the child felt her large eyes dropping down akin to the sun itself. She learned from hardest teacher’s lesson the next morning day and now tries to escape the dire consequences. Little did she know that her fair mother would scream that could break the heavens.
“Wake up!” Lastly, the little girl frowns.
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An: Some of this poem supposed to rhyme, but I wanted to make it more descriptive.
Yamiholo: Thus, the rhyme had ended and this semi poem and imaginary and story poem was borne.
Holo: If you want to see the original, here it is.
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As the day turns to night, the sky darken and the moon arise,
And the stars shine like the sun who dies.
As it falls down to the depths of the ocean.
Children then began to get sleepy; they started to go under the miles of the comfortable bed
But… “I don’t want to go to bed.” One child said.
So then this child staued up all ngiht, deying the fact that this child felt her eyes dropping down.
She learned the lesson the next day and wentto sleep dreaming about a silly clown.
Little did she know that her mother would yell? “Wake up!” She frowned.
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An: That’s the original poem. READ and REVIEW!