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I was goofing off with a friend
but our fun came quick to an end.
We wrestled around
'till I made a loud sound.
Now I must wait for my shoulder to mend.




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dembro.ariana said...
Apr. 6, 2011 at 12:09 pm:
i can relate to this poem because it reminds me of when youre having too much fun and your mom tells you " someones going to get hurt doing that " & in the end , its alwayss you.
 
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colcojo said...
Oct. 15, 2009 at 7:59 pm:
Haha! That was a funny, simple poem. The first thing I would like to commend you on in your limerick is how you did not come out openly and tell us that you dislocated your shoulder, but rather let the title "Dislocation" and the last three lines, "We wrestled around
'till I made a loud sound.
Now I must wait for my shoulder to mend." SHOW us what happened. It seems to me that in doing it that way, my mind repeatedly played out that scene in my head, alter... (more »)
 
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