Adrienne

Adrienne

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Winbuck, Canada
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A Poem by Adrienne
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About Me

I'm Adrienne. Born with three kidneys,
living currently with one lol...
I'm easy going but I worry about people
I like to write, mostly poetry and say short stories.
my favorite things to do would be...
walking around downtown, talking to hot guys
(but sometimes that makes my hands sweat)
watching departures, MSN, listening to music
singing that music in the shower
making vlogs, making money
getting high fives, getting friend requests
and taking the airplane :)
I'm not "smart" but I can have an intelligent
coversation with someone, about anything really.
Theres more, just not all of its going into this little box.



a little outlook on my journey :)


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Posted 15 Years Ago


adrienne, what do you consider your best work...
thus written so far?

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Posted 15 Years Ago


..thats funny, I dont see micheal teal
around much anymore, he's a great guy though.
always encouraging...

lets see, I was reading through your work,
and liked what I seen, thought it would be
cool to review ya sometime,
and then your profile was really interesting..
I mean three kidneys, wow, and now one..
above other things I found it interesting,
good to hear from you..
I'll be looking forward to reviewing your nice works

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Posted 15 Years Ago


Hi adrienne, thanks for accepting my friends request,
how's your night going?

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Posted 15 Years Ago


The Argument Of His Book
by: Robert Herrick (1591 - 1674)



I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers,
Of April, May, of June, and July-flowers.
I sing of May-poles, hock-carts, wassails, wakes,
Of bridegrooms, brides, and of their bridal-cakes.
I write of youth, of love, and have access
By these to sing of cleanly wantonness.
I sing of dews, of rains, and piece by piece
Of balm, of oil, of spice, and ambergris.
I sing of times trans-shifting, and I write
How roses first came red, and lilies white.
I write of groves, of twilights, and I sing
The Court of Mab, and of the Fairy King.
I write of hell; I sing (and ever shall)
Of heaven, and hope to have it after all.
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