anita_a  +  61875 Thu, 16 Dec 04 09:23 PM An aborning poem in a dulcet voice extemporaneous raiment with frills empyrean of glory Promethean with thoughts pastiche of myth And sagacious concern prinked and coiffed for show redolent with aroma of life in acerbic tone of fecund imagination And the outcome A recherché poem. anita_a Joined on Tue, Jul 27 2004 Sunny California Regular Member 822 Cheers,Anita

	anita_a  +  62811 Wed, 22 Dec 04 01:05 AM Well, I know that is a little tough to understand without the dictionary! How's this one with a lot of verbs..... Rage I pulled my hair I stomped my feet I wringed my hands I cried I screamed I shouted I bbroke a vase I threw things away My eyes became red My eyebrows twiched My nostrils flared up The hair on my skin stood up The heat flapped up my ears I lost control of myself I burst with rage I was madly in Love. I didn't know what to do! anita_a Verbs