Ophielia Nyx
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Stuck-Up Much?A Poem by Ophielia NyxOne timeI was on Writers Cafe and a pompous man had nerve to say "your writing is sad" "your limericks are bad" So I decked him and ran away |
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Yay.A limerick about an annoying teenager.A Poem by Ophielia NyxThere once was a lass from OK. who had not the sense to obey she drove her mum mad so her mum was quite glad When her young irritance went away |
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Her LoveA Poem by Ophielia NyxHow do I describe it--? Or her rather She personified love, sacrificing her time but caring little it was gone. She had so much energy running .. |
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Bedimpled Little MonstersA Poem by Ophielia NyxI hate kids. You wanna know why? They smell like pee and they ALWAYS cry They make alot of noise andI want to kick them out oh yes, I hate kid.. |
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By any other name, IrreplacableA Poem by Ophielia NyxTo my Harmie. |
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