IT’S THAT TIME, GIVE ME ONE-MORE-LINE!!! (CLOSED)
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This is the first blog of three for the
“CPC” Collab development process!!!
On this blog we add lines and play off each others lines
to generate lines for Collaborative poetry
that everyone who participates will use
to create poems later in the week!!!
PLEASE read the guidelines. *smiling*
Be Creative and Have Fun!!!
THIS BLOG CLOSES WEDNESDAY AT 6PM EASTERN TIME
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IT’S THAT TIME, GIVE ME ONE-MORE-LINE!!!
This week’s line:
Everyone is welcome to participate.
Love & Light,
Angel
There is never enough hours in the day (Bettie)
I always get left empty handed (Bettie)
You walked away with out a reason why (Bettie)
Blue skies turn gray (Bettie)
They dress me up like this and expect me not to cry(Diane)
They argue in front of this little guy (Diane)
It is me that feels guilty(Diane)
Wonder why they feel the way they do (Diane)
Wonder why they keep sayin one and one makes two when it is three (Bettie)
The world didnt stop and let me off this merry go round (Bettie)
Even when days are stormy we manage to have some fun (barbara k)
For so many things that happen there simply seems to be no reason (barbara k)
Why many things end up the way they do I wish I knew (barbara k)
Why they always say that blonds have all the fun (Bettie)
Wonder why its always gotta be you way and not mine (Bettie)
Have you ever wonder how time flies (Bettie)
Everything makes me cry (Michelle K)
We have to say goodbye (Michelle K)
There is so much hostility and hate (Michelle K) 🙁
We all should love one another (Michelle K)
I never have time to myself (Michelle K)
It has to snow on spring break (Michelle K)
Why do people always say when pigs fly (Bettie)
It’s funny how times change (Angel)
Life is here one day and gone the next (Angel)
Life is full of twists and turns (Angel)
Sometimes the world seems cold and strange (Angel)
I long to get off this roller-coaster ride (Angel)
Birds have fever and how they fly (Chantal Boivent)
When I wake up in the morning, the ske is always grey (Chantal Boivent)
The stars don’t fall from the sky (SWcotorum)