Wow really nice poem geordie
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Thanks Chocbubbles, Pratik and LUVNew York!
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
There's nothing you can’t do,
Now you're in New York!
These streets will make you feel brand new,
These lights will inspire you,
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York
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Thanks................again, no it is not what i go through every day i just wanted to write a sad poem, so i did it on that... it is sad isnt it but i am happy full of happinessNew York!
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
There's nothing you can’t do,
Now you're in New York!
These streets will make you feel brand new,
These lights will inspire you,
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York
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haha LOL d you think i would have time to go on the computer if i experienced THAT???New York!
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
There's nothing you can’t do,
Now you're in New York!
These streets will make you feel brand new,
These lights will inspire you,
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York
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haha LOLNew York!
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
There's nothing you can’t do,
Now you're in New York!
These streets will make you feel brand new,
These lights will inspire you,
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York
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Ok heres my next poem, it is sad as well so get those tissues out, I HAVE WORKED REALLY HARD ON IT SO PLEASE BE NICE
Lucy was a poor girl living in a rich world
named her baby hope when she was just 14
she was hoping for a better world for this little girl
but the apple doesnt fall too far from the tree
when she gets that call hopes too far gone,
her babys on the way, theres nothing left inside.
Im like that as i lie under my duvet, taking painkillers
to make it go away.
I cry as i lie under my diary, under the pages of sadness and hate
I hate all those moments that held me togetherbecause i hate the day
i found out i was lame
i took all my money, all my cash and credit cards and held it
so tight in my hand
I ran for the station where i sat on the seats in the bay
Lucys ambitious she wants to be a politician shes
been dreaming about it since she was a girl
she thought that shed be the one to change the world
she got it wrong when she paved the way for women in a mans world
Life happened,
house
kids
two cars
money hit the jar
cheques that dont go very far
I'm like that as i lie under my duvet, thinking about all the sorry thing
Left my family some hundreds of years back
and now i never get any cards or cake for birthdays
its really hard just to be me.
Left the phone on speed dial and rang up the doc
asking for a cure
but i couldnt get a one cos he was too busy
why would he treat common scum like me
I felt really good when i passed an old lady
who asked me what the time was,
I had to tell her i didnt know cos i was too poor
to even afford a watch
but when i crept under the table
i felt some sadness and tears
I didnt realise that the table was holding back my fears
I wasnt any different from cindy and lucy who
tried to make a difference to thee world
Now i lie back on my sofa looking at pictures of me
realising what id become was not to be believed...
It wasnt me.New York!
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
There's nothing you can’t do,
Now you're in New York!
These streets will make you feel brand new,
These lights will inspire you,
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York
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Ha ha funny little limeric edawgNew York!
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
There's nothing you can’t do,
Now you're in New York!
These streets will make you feel brand new,
These lights will inspire you,
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York
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There was a young woman from eeling
she had a peculiar feeling
she lay on her back
and had a wee all over the ceiling
(sorry if i caused offence to anyone)New York!
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
There's nothing you can’t do,
Now you're in New York!
These streets will make you feel brand new,
These lights will inspire you,
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York
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Gahaha.
The limerick is furtive and mean
You must keep her in close quarantine
Or she sneaks to the slums
And promptly becomes
Disorderly, drunk and obscene.
Tis a favourite project of mine,
A new value of pi to assign.
I would fix it at 3,
For it's simpler, you see,
Than 3 point 1 4 1 5 9
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New York!
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
There's nothing you can’t do,
Now you're in New York!
These streets will make you feel brand new,
These lights will inspire you,
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York
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