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once upon a time there was a little girl her name was roxanne she loved to listen to the song roxanne one day her friend jemima went to her house and started to talk she would not stop talking she would say stuff like oh my gosh i saw this cute purse yesterday or there was this cute little dog that walked up to me in the park but the worst thing she saud was the she saw roxannes mom cheating on her dad roxanne had to get to the bottom of this roxanne got on the phone with her daddies limo driver and said you have3 to come pick me up now or it will be to late the limo driver replied i cant im waiting for your dad so roxanne being as smart as she is built herself a giant robot she rode this giant robot all the way to where jemima had said she saw her mom and this man yesterday roxanne saw this man trying to kiss her mother but her mother pushing hiom away roxanne knew she had to protect her mother so she yelled robot attack and the robot squished the man roxanne was wondering what her mother had been doing there and she asked mommy what were you and that man doing there and roxannes mom replied he was trying to maul me roxanne and her mother and her father and the giant robot and there three cats named larry curly and mo and there pet lemur named max and there pet hippo named shenequa and there 9 newtz named bob tom dob joe chuck lewis nackita andre and the don lito lived happily ever after

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Object In House Poem

My house is like a Gallery
Each Painting Speaks to Me, Talks to me
Tells me secrets from the past
A past so full of history
Sculptures dance and whisper as if they were alive
Every corner has a mystery
Every thought has a process
Every colour has a purpose
Every painting that is featured
has a connection with me in many ways
When its light and when its dark
I see the art
Calming me, comforting me

Lamborghini Poem

People walk by me

and gasp and gape

They are in AWE

with my beauty,

my vivacious curves.

They think I am so nice

and spoiled.

They love to test my interior;

Caress my dash

And steer my wheel.

I am only but a motorcar

With a waxed body.

People only judge me

By my looks.

They never take time

To hear my engine purr,

Or know my true thoughts.

I am the Lamborghini

Destined to eternal solitude

If only the people could look

Beyond their shallow desires

And see my true mileage .