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[Skorm's Son]

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Oh well......can't all be little angels can we:angel:

 

[blu phoenix]

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well drakan can't anyway...:lol:

 

[Skorm's Son]

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Sure he can...........a drunk angel:lol: :lol: :lol:

 

[blu phoenix]

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a drunk angel...really.....

 

[Skorm's Son]

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Sure...:lol:

 

[blu phoenix]

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ok...but i don't think it's possible...well then again arc softened him up with a little poem...

 

[Skorm's Son]

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Just give him a beer and a bunny.^_^ :noexpression: NOT LIKE THAT!!!

 

[blu phoenix]

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:lol::lol::lol::lol::lol: :noexpression: :lol::lol::lol:

 

[Arckon]

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Skorm your calling me a bad teacher eh.

U fail the whole week

 

[Skorm's Son]

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It's weird...........I always thought Otomotapia was a country...:lol: :blush:

 

[Arckon]

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Skorm your calling me a bad teacher eh.

U fail the whole week

I'm not a bad teacher

 

[Skorm's Son]

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Skorm your calling me a bad teacher eh.

I was calling my 7th grade English teacher a bad teacher......not you the great Arckon

 

[Arckon]

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Good extra credit

 

[Skorm's Son]

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What's our next lesson Mr. Arck

 

[Arckon]

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What is the poet comparing gold to in this poem.

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leafs a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

 

[Skorm's Son]

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Ummmmmmmmm.......springtime.....

 

[Arckon]

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The poet is comparing gold to youth.

Now the poet say So Eden sank to grief

whats he mean by that

 

[Skorm's Son]

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It got old....?:wacko:

 

[blu phoenix]

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ok i'm back in..sorry for ditching mr. arc...what's going on??

 

[Arckon]

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The garden of Eden and It people in the garden sank to grief!

Now pop quiz

Who wrote this poem

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leafs a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.