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     Crunk Junior Artist Username: Crunk Post Number: 105 Registered: 06-2009 Posted From: 66.196.163.70 Rating: N/A |
Man very nice peom on crayons. Its like the most forwarded mails nowadays ... We can indeed learn a lot frm dem crayons Here is a poem written by a teenager struggling with cancer ... Have you ever watched kids On a merry-go-round? Or listened to the rain Slapping on the ground? Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight? Or gazed at the sun into the fading night? You better slow down. Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last. Do you run through each day On the fly? When you ask How are you? Do you hear the reply? When the day is done Do you lie in your bed With the next hundred chores Running through your head? You'd better slow down Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last. Ever told your child, We'll do it tomorrow? And in your haste, Not see his sorrow? Ever lost touch, Let a good friendship die Cause you never had time To call and say,'Hi' You'd better slow down. Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last. When you run so fast to get somewhere You miss half the fun of getting there. When you worry and hurry through your day, It is like an unopened gift.... Thrown away. Life is not a race. Do take it slower Hear the music Before the song is over. | ||
| Jkm Side Hero Username: Jkm Post Number: 3274 Registered: 02-2008 Posted From: 216.235.145.222 Rating: N/A |
http://www.scoutingweb.com/scoutingweb/SubPages/ColorsDivers .htm THE CRAYON BOX THAT TALKED By Shane DeRolf While walking into a toy store The day before today I overheard a crayon box With many things to say “I don’t like Red!” said Yellow And Green said “Nor do I” “And no one here likes Orange But no one knows just why” “We are a box of crayons that doesn’t get along Said Blue to all the others “Something here is wrong” Well, I bought that box of crayons And took it home with me And laid out all the colors So the crayons all could see… They watched me as I colored With Red and Blue and Green And Black and White and Orange And every color in between They watched as Green became the grass And Blue became the sky The Yellow sun was shining bright On White clouds drifting by Colors changing as they touched Becoming something new They watched me as I colored They watched me till I was through And when I finally finished I began to walk away And as I did the crayon box Had something more to say “I do like Red!” said Yellow And Green said, “so do I” And Blue you were terrific! So high up in the sky “We are a box of crayons. Each one of us unique But when we get together The picture is more complete” We could learn a lot from crayons: some are sharp, some are pretty, some are dull, some have weird names, and all are different colors....but they all exist very nicely in the same box. అందమయిన జీవితము. అందమయిన ప్రపంచం. కొత్త బంగారు లొకము మాకు కావాలి సొంతము. |
