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 Aug 2010 Hands
D Conors
Far, far away, in a kingdom long ago,
There lived a ***** King who had a **** made out of gold.
He ****** his royal Queen, he ****** his royal Knights,
He shoved it in the Chambermaids, and up his Horse--did twice!

From the Page-boys down, to the Peasants in the fields,
He even ****** the Flowers whilst reaching for a feel,
-Of his farting ****, to scratch up and down,
'Then he headed through the forest to **** the whole ****** Town!

If you seem to wonder why this King continually ****** and Farted,
Perhaps this poem will teach you a lesson on how Government was started!
D. Conors
c. 1995
 May 2010 Hands
ioan pearce
one day the giant teacher
walked pupils round the world
some small giant boys
some small giant girls

jimmy giant stick your hand
down through the cloudy mist
tell me our location ...
his methods had a twist

think we are in india
triumphant in his call
i can smell the curry
and feel the taj mahal

julie giant,tommy, joe
*****, stan, and sid
egypt was the answer
they touched the pyramid

china, shouted sally
i can feel the wall
chinese folk in paddy fields
i can touch em all

tiny taffy  last in turn
came trailing from behind
dai stick your hand down through the sky
and see what you can find

BLAENAVON, shouted dai
while clutching at his crotch.
can you feel the big pit?
no,.... some **** stole my watch
 May 2010 Hands
Braden Campbell
Old leaves fly,
rattling together like bones of the dead.

The wind whispers to us,
the past, the present, the future,
but no matter how hard we strain,
we cannot hear.

The bare trees wave with the whispers,
their leaves flying, always flying,
never to return to the soft comfort of their mother branches.

The flowers die,
wilting away into nothingness,
their spring songs of youth and prosperity silenced.

The sun sets,
promising not to return for many moons,
leaving us in perpetual darkness.

The birds leave,
their cries echoing in the empty world,
“Gone is the world we know and love,
new adventures do we seek!”

And all we have left,
is the old leaves,
rattling together like bones of the dead.
 May 2010 Hands
Natasha Yount
To Be
 May 2010 Hands
Natasha Yount
She leapt off a cliff to be alone.
She did it for the rocks below
She did it to end an argument
She wanted to see her father
She wanted to scream
She leapt off a cliff to be alone.

She leapt off a cliff to be forgiven.
She did it for the ocean crashing underneath
She did it to apologize
She wanted to be held by clouds
She wanted to breathe
She leapt off a cliff to be forgiven.

She leapt off a cliff to be free.
She did it for the wind beneath her wings
She did it to hear the waves
She wanted to feel the sky
She wanted to laugh
She leapt off a cliff to be free.

— The End —