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Degas Painting PoemPainting Poem – Degas The incessant chatter of the corps du ballet fills the yellow rehearsal room. It is never quiet when they are there. Always, there is their twittering talk, the soft rustle of their many-layered skirts the clicking of toe shoes as the girls bourré across the wooden floor with graceful arms raised high. There is the crinkle of their satin ribbons The hasty, rushing stepsDegas Painting Poem
of tardy girls down the winding stair. Celeste, it seems, has caught cold again. Huddled in a red jacket, she sits t
PoetryPoetry I am a bad poet. I don’t like it – I like prose. Something about meter and rhyme simply bothers me. Eludes me. And I can’t even really manage free verse,Poetry
because that would involve loosening up
and ignoring everything about writing that I’ve so painstakingly taught myself
year after year after year, and the lack of structure just
bothers me.
Like I said, I don’t like it. My ideas don’t flow broken up into short, chunky lines. My ideas would rather jump and run and trickle
like the sparkli
No Business Like Show Business
Yep, and we open next week too. 
Our leads are FANTASTIC - I love watching them. I envy our Annie's acting skills... rather a lot. 
Happy
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Team Janto!x
R.I.P Ianto Jonesx 09.07.09
Newborn Photographer
100% twilighter
and is the coolest dork you'll ever meet!
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John Barrowman: Hey, David.
David Tennant: Yeah?
JB: I've got cake.
DT: WOO HOO!
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To further the pursuit of persisting on being persistant in the desire to behold innumerably innumerable episodes of SGA & to persist on being persistant in the advent of being an annoyance to TPTB until they succumb to our passionately ambitious desires.
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Beam me up, Scotty!
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John Barrowman: Hey, David.
David Tennant: Yeah?
JB: I've got cake.
DT: WOO HOO!
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Beam me up, Scotty!
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John Barrowman: Hey, David.
David Tennant: Yeah?
JB: I've got cake.
DT: WOO HOO!
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Beam me up, Scotty!
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