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Birthday poem for PewDiePieRoses are red, violets are blue.
You're one year older, and we still love you.
Oh look, there's Piggeh, sliding like a snake.
He's pumped, just so freaking pumped, and always says:
"You thought I was a pig? No, I'm a snake."
Then there's Stephano, guiding you in the dark.
Always gives you courage, when things turn hard.
But watch out for the bro, now,
'cause he's lurking behind you.
He always says:
"Pewdie, come here, bro",
but secretly he wants to rape you, too.
I love to watch you dance like a master,
it's too good to be true.
And then you rap like Parappa,
you know what? You're good in that too.
Fighting the zombies like that badass Lee,
whatever Clemmy does, you'll be sure to forgive.
Defending her with your own life,
you'd even take a zombie bite.
Ib's rose is red and Garry's rose is blue.
Keep doing what you love, bro,
your bros always count on you, and stick with you, just like glue.
I know! Chairmode activate, you nugget!The old castle walls and corridors were cold, gloomy and somewhat spooky. And from one of these corridors a young man named Felix woke up. He slowly opened his eyes, wondering for a while, where was he and how had he gotten there. After thinking for a while he came to a following solution: things wouldn't clear up if he just sat there. So Felix stood up and looked up to all compass points. He didn't see anything or anyone.
Felix quietly called out. No response. So, when Stephano wasn't there, showing him the way, Felix had to muster all of his courage, which still was left of course, and go on all by himself. Felix's legs trembled. Stephano's company would've been a great thing right now. Of course Felix wasn't scared or anything. He just thought about it.
At the same time another person, Toby, woke up from other part of the castle. Just like Felix, also he had fallen into unconsciousness for unknown reason. Apparently Toby had hit his head, at least when it came to the wou
HomesickI am the river's son,
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
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