Cut Out Poem
We are such stuff. As dreams are made on..
Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
O' brave new world, That has such people in't!
It is better to fail in originality, than to succeed in imitation
Nature does nothing in vain
Blackout Poem
She said to me It's true, I have no idea what kind of funeral it actually was. I cannot believe any funeral could be instructive to replace the good things
Blackout Poem
He went though. The class fell silent. We all felt guilty. Sit down. Now I was guilty. It was probably luck that established the relationship. Something may turn out. Not that under ordinary circumstances, I would have acted, I don't know, baldy enough like most.
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PoetryMy friend Jamie wrote these. She said I could post them. REMEMBER THOUGH, THEY ARE JAMIE'S!!
