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Angel (Lyric) by mistaric Here I stand, on the edge of a brand new day
The sun is shining, brightly leading the way
I breathe in the trees, and the air all around me
From out of nowhere you finally found me
Youâre an angel,
Sent from up above
Youâre an angel,
Youâre the one I love
Youâre an angel,
How can it be,
That the way I feel about you
Is how you feel about me
I hear the wind whispering in the trees
I smell the scent of your perfume blowing in the breeze
The sound of your voice calling from the heavens beyond
The way my lifeâs changed, itâs like you waved a magic wand
Youâre an angel,
Sent from up above
Youâre an angel,
Youâre the one I love
Youâre an angel,
How can it be,
That the way I feel about you
Is how you feel about me
You build me up, I feel on top of the world
I want to shout from the top of the mountain, that youâre my girl
Loving and caring
Talking and sharing
More precious to me than diamonds and pearls
And as the sun sets, and nite starts to fall
The stars are shining, and I take in it all
Your eyes reflecting, in the light of the moon
You came into my life, and not a minute too soon
Youâre an angel,
Sent from up above
Youâre an angel,
Youâre the one I love
Youâre an angel,
How can it be,
That the way I feel about you
Is how you feel about me
And as I close my eyes, fall gently into sleep
Each nite I pray to the lord, that youâre mine to keep
And I thank him, for putting you in my days
All my dreams came true, you never cease to amaze
Youâre an angel,
Sent from up above
Youâre an angel,
Youâre the one I love
Youâre an angel,
How can it be,
That the way I feel about you
Is how you feel about me
Up the ladder:
Out Doubt!
Down the ladder:
alone
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 3.9230769
Posted: August 6, 2003 11:41 AM PDT; Last modified: August 6, 2003 11:41 AM PDTWeighted score: 4.212706 Overall Rank: 13222 Comments:
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DreamerSupreme @ 66.81.144.94
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6-Aug-03/1:02 PM
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Eh.. cliche to the max.. and very very mushy..
Oh dear God, I never thought it possible to be physically sick reading a poem untill now. You can't even spell night properly!! Let me guess, your about 13 and the teacher said this was worth a gold star?
it probly made it into the front cover of the school newspaper.. bleh.. i didnt even make it to the middle of the poem when i quit reading and announced judgement.
"Your" (sic) one to talk about spelling, but yes, I agree, spelling night in the reduced calorie "lite" sort of spelling is gross.
The sophistication of your complete inability to correctly distinguish between "your" and "you're" (as has already been kindly pointed out by http://mulberryfairy), is exceeded only by the clumsiness of your complete failure to spell "until". A good attempt at an elegant put-down, but frankly it fails. You fail. -10- *GOLD STAR*
And you think that a tribute to a beloved???!!! Buffoon!!! 0
Yuck. If I knew the proper spelling of the sound of vomiting I'd do it right now. This poem is so trite that I didn't get past the second line of the 4th stanza. Have you no consideration for others? If this is the kinda of poetry your going to write, stop right now. I mean it. I rarely give zeros, but this deserves one too much. I'll be nice and leave it at where my comment stands. On the bright side at least it shouldn't be too hard to for improvement, cause hopefully not everything you'll write can be this bad. -0-
Is this a Joke?
sublimely beautiful -10-
Bagel (Lyric) by Mr. Rick
Here I stand, on the edge of a brand new day The sun is shining, brightly leading the payed I breathe in the exhaust, and the air all around me From out of nowhere you finally found me, and we blow dryed together Youâre an Bagel, Sent from the promise land Youâre an bagel, Made by a Jew's rich hand Youâre an bagel, How can it be, That the way I feel about you Is how you feel about me I hear the oven incinerating yeast I smell the scent of your egg, onion, and garlic breaking as the breeze The sound of your roundness calling from the ovens of yor The way my lifeâs changed, itâs like you waved a magic smore Youâre an Bagel, Sent from up above Youâre an Bagel, Youâre so hot I need a glove Youâre an Bagel, How can I remove, The way I feel about you now Is pure like a white dove You pick me up, I feel on top of Jerusalem I want to shout from the top of the wailing wall, that youâre my sweetest bagel halved and toasted Loxed and boasted More precious to me than diamonds and pearls in Antwerp And as the sun sets, and nite starts to call The stars are shining, and I take you to the mall Your hole reflecting, under a child's balloon You should be my wife, with cream cheese on a spoon Youâre an bagel, Sent from up above Youâre an bagel, So hot I need a glove Youâre an bagel, How can this be, That the way I feel about you now Is only because I like to eat And as I close my ovens, and fall gently into sleep Each nite I pray to Jesu, that like me you're deep And I thank Jews, for putting you in my mouth All my dreams have come true, Like a rebel flag down south Youâre an Bagel, Sent from up above Youâre an Bagel, Youâre the one I love Youâre an Bagel, How can it really be, That just one day without you could rewrite some Jews history.
sob. a tear, I think, for the beauty.
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