I'm terza rima, and I talk and smile. Where others lock their rhymes and thoughts away I let mine out, and chatter all the while. I'm rarely on my own - a wasted day Is any day that's spent without a friend, With nothing much to do or hear or say. I like to be with people, and depend On company for being entertained; Which seems a good solution, in the end. What Poetry Form Are You?

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I'm the lai, with no sort Of grave, solemn thought, And I Will never be caught By miseries sought, Nor sigh; Where battles are fought Or arguments brought, I fly. What Poetry Form Are You?

robin has a boyfriend!^^yay for her. but now her goal is to get me one, hold me, i'm scared. but not quite as scared as i was when roy was a tryin to fix me up.>< now theres a frightening thought.

i feel depressed... for reasons unknown and untold. it's a friend thing. i'm alone. oh well... back to my imaginary buddies....