Little House On The Prarie
Little house on the prairie,
So clean, So neat.
Little house on the prairie,
With little food to eat.
Little house on the prairie
With Pa and Ma too.
We may not have much
But our love is true.
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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Carmonie’s Poems (15)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Lovesick | 2 | 07/28/2010 |
| R.I.P (I Thought You Were Dead) | 5 | 07/28/2010 |
| Perspective Of A Murderer | 1 | 07/28/2010 |
| What's To Gain, Besides The Pain | 1 | 07/28/2010 |
| Do Your Own Thing | 1 | 07/28/2010 |
| Over | 0 | 07/28/2010 |
| Meaning Of Glamour | 1 | 07/28/2010 |
| Keep On | 0 | 07/28/2010 |
| Dirty Socks | 1 | 07/28/2010 |
| The Adventures Of A Child | 0 | 07/28/2010 |
| Little House On The Prarie | 0 | 07/28/2010 |
| Puberty | 1 | 07/28/2010 |
| A Heart | 0 | 07/28/2010 |
| Life Poem | 0 | 07/28/2010 |
| W.A.B (Will Always Be) | 0 | 07/28/2010 |
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