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Saturday August 13th, 2011

The exercise:

A four line poem about: the burglar.

We had a pretty successful market this morning, and now we're taking it easy up on the mountain. We're housesitting until Tuesday morning, with only having to go up and down the windy road on Monday for work.

I'll get some pictures of the view and the horses tomorrow.

Mine:

He's stolen all your paintings,
All the earnings of your life;
But what really ticks you off
Is he didn't take your wife.
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14 comments:

  1. Greg14 August 2011 at 00:13

    Did Kat see that poem before you posted it? ;-)

    The burglar
    Light fingers, twinkles toes,
    Collecting things "just lying there",
    What no-one else may ever know:
    He gives it all to charity; he cares!

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  2. madness5/614 August 2011 at 14:04

    He smashes through your window
    he runs into your shop
    stealing all the jewllery
    and then he's out of there

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  3. Tera1614 August 2011 at 17:34

    The burgular isn't nice,
    He stole from me twice!
    Ae steals all my peppermint,
    And leaves muddy footprints!

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  4. Ruby14 August 2011 at 22:53

    He has studied me like a book,
    He knows my weakness…
    My photos
    Luckily, I know his to…
    His identity
    I am prepared, 000 on speed dial and ready to pounce

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  5. Anonymous15 August 2011 at 14:38

    There's a burglar in the house,
    He's stealing all your life.
    Trying to be a mouse,
    He's in a bit of strife.

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  6. madness5/615 August 2011 at 16:01

    He tracks down a stagecoach
    he pulls out a gun
    He says to give your money
    but you just give your wife

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  7. Mad Man5/6!!!!!!!!15 August 2011 at 16:04

    He's stolen all my clothes, he's stolen all my sweets, he even stole my sister, yippee, I'm FREE!!

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  8. LittleBro 5/615 August 2011 at 16:04

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  9. LittleBro 5/615 August 2011 at 16:10

    The Burglar
    He robs the bank and then my house. I hide in the corner, scared as a wombat on the highway. He said " your stuff or your life." I manage to mumble out "my stuff." He gets his bag and fills it with money and my wifes jewlry. Then he rips the tv of the wall. Shoved it into his car an drove of into the distance.

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  10. Mysteries Master 5/616 August 2011 at 00:10

    He broke into my house
    as quite as a mouse
    he stole everything without hesitation
    Yeh he fogot my playstation!

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  11. Anonymous16 August 2011 at 01:28

    @Mysteries Master5/6: LOL are you a gaming geek like me?

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  12. The Awesomeness5/618 August 2011 at 19:32

    He takes everthing I have, my money, my stuff.
    He takes everthing I need, like my special handcuffs.
    He takes all my food, like my apples and pies.
    He took everything I got, I just hope he dies.

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  13. The Awesomeness5/618 August 2011 at 19:32

    He takes everthing I have, my money, my stuff.
    He takes everthing I need, like my special handcuffs.
    He takes all my food, like my apples and pies.
    He took everything I got, I just hope he dies.

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  14. Chatter Box18 August 2011 at 23:31

    He stole my car
    But he didn't get far
    He got caught by a dog
    Who learnt how to jog

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