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My first taste of slam poetry. It's meant to be comedic, so don't take it too seriously. This was the story of my life for a while in the past. Ahh, memories... |
Credits: Orchard (me) |
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A delightful mix of spoken word. Lyrics by Big Poppa E |
Credits: Big Poppa E; performed by Alive Poet's Society |
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Too much fun. The sheer pleasure of seeing this one performed in my 9th grade English class, to the shocked expressions of my teacher, was definatly a major highlight of junior high life. It truly touches that little wannabe-mosher in all of us. |
Credits: Big Poppa E |
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