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jeudi 6 octobre 2005

My Poem... .

It's a small story about the man, who fell asleep, and actually fought with his mind... if you like all kinds of poetry, you may like it aswell :)

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the poem of the life

Paris city love and of pleasure,

As the nature that is a vast empire,

Two lovers taking a walk to hourse,

eating delicious cookies whith classifies,

stopping it self in front of a magnificent oak,

whith its green leaves, dazzled by the sun,

these two persons looked at the sky,

with a girl in head,

In a small on drunk in square,

This hid a magnificent to file,

for that the love can say to the end,

Don't miss with my men!!!

the son of FRANKENSTEIN

??If I could turn back the hands of time?

The glory would still be mine

No matter if younger I miss understood

Now I want to reign like oak in the wood

If you meet me in nature look at my face

And see that I got the eye of the tiger

If you want to take my place

I put you on the Seine, this big river?

For me McDonald??s isn??t good

So I leave my hiding place on the dark

Because I need humans for food

Now you know why my surname is the shark

When he was dangerous Hulk was getting green

But me I never change my shape I??m still the same

You are scared as you have never been

I??m here in Paris, but you don??t know my name

Poem by Siano & Czarus :-)

??Popielow station?

We are living in Popielow.
In the big metropoly,
Near the small village Radziejow, 
So the word ??Popielow? is holy.

We have beautiful river
Near the natural green forest.
Nacyna is the name of the river
And very big trees are in that forest.

In our shield is the horse,
But our favourite animal is the dog.
Everybody here like listening ??The Doors?
And our the best song is ??Peace frog?.

Our favourite object is ??MAX pub?,
Which served American food
And tasty coffee in the cup,
So Popielow??s people are very good!


Czarus & Siano

A mervellous world

by marion Decaen et le marchand Julie

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POEM ! ! !

Rybnik is big city

We like it because it's preety ! ! !

On Rybnik's neigbourhood

You can't buy any american food.

There are only traditional meal

But in Rybnik sells burgers big like whale.

The best object is geography

We speake abaut nature and society.

We also like trees

Our favourites are spruces.

Spruce is always green

And it's needles are very thin

In this region can happen everything

Cow can fly, cat can sings and other thing.

The Beatle's "Yellow sub-marine"

Is sailing on Vistula like in dream

hello :*

HELLO:*

I live in Rybnik town.

My dog likes nature

and so do I.

I love him very much

and when we go for a wolk.

I know that we shouldn't talk.

There is Nacyna River in my town.

It's gren becouse of litters

but all the pines

we don't know why

are glitter for all the time.

When my family watch TV

we order pizza from TP.

And in the night

J dream about

round and square chair.

:D:D:D:D

The hideous oil slick

I was going for a walk along the Rhone river bank

In the Calanques by singing "Yellow Submarine"

When suddenly I saw huge black water table

I perceived an alignment of fish going to the Mediterranean

The wild has been destructed by a simple tanker

I was picking cherrys they were juicy and tender

When instead of eating my cherry, I swallowed my ring

That I really liked.

I used to love this ring with all my heart,

I remember myself loving it in an English shop

called Sansberry

I really started to choke with this ring

Then I fell in this dirty black water table.