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this poem is by my brother, kelly. hahahaha. i laughed - and laughed - and laughed - and then - i laughed some more...
Kelly
Buff, cool, hot, sexy.
Brother of Ashlee.
Who loves hot chicks, rugby, baseball.
Who feels awsome when playing rugby, hot when playing baseball, calm when pitching.
Who needs a hot chick around, baseball and rugby , hockey onn T.V. Who gives love to hot girls,money to the poor, smiles to everyone.
Who fears death, goths, sharks.
Would like to see a hot chick, an amazing bone cushing hockey hit, A home run.
Resident of Ladysmith B.C.
Faris
The skater poem
The skateboard park is a place to go and let loose,
If you don't like skateboarding thats no excuse.
My skateboard has a yellow stripe,
You can see it as I zip down the half pipe.
Everyone can notice me,
Flying like a bumble bee.
I ain't attached to a cord,
This is my SKATEBOARD!
I give them youngsters tips,
Working on their kick flips.
Not everyone likes my design,
But I think its hella fine.
I wear my pants real baggy,
And I like my hair kinda shaggy.
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