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Jadite

Poem - I remember

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I remember the first time
The day that we met.
When I came to your clearing,
Oh dear, was I wet!

With your arms so inviting
I nestled in them.
All that rain became pretty -
A bond was forged then.


I remember times after,
The years while I grew,
The hours of laughing
Spent playing with you.

Not a care in the whole world,
A wonderful time.
I was glad that I'd met you
Such joy was then mine.

Not so quiet one in the Bird and Baby...

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A quiet one in the Bird and Baby

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Hallofred, Dabornbor, Wiberic, Jadite and Miralith.

The Grand Yuletide Caper

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The Grand Yuletide Caper

A time fer joy and merry moods
A clear and frosty winter day
With snowy crystals in the air
When we will all go out ter play
No finer time fer children small
No finer day ter run ahead
Ter pat some snow into a ball
And throw it at yer best friend’s head!

Now I Must Fly

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A lovely poem about a robin by master Mellam

Hop, Skip, And Poem In The Snow

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Hobbits trying to keep warm in the snow

Pies Did Not Lure Him ?

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Talking about Simbo

Winter Poetry Competion

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A wonderful evening in Winter Home.

Miss Jadite's  Winter Poetry Competition

Poem - The Riddle

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Poetry

I was a little bit confused at Miss Jadite's last competition in Summer, I thought we had to present a riddle. So I sat all night, at the inn, thinking hard. But see for yourself:

Poem - The Rabbit

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Poetry

A rabbit's life is filled with glee,
We hop about on meadows free.
We nibble from the clover patch
I do declare, our life is such
That were I free to choose my fate
No thought I need for it to make:
A rabbit I will ever be!
You seem in doubt. But bear with me
And I will tell of our ways.
So hear how I spend all my days.

I wake at dawn just with the sun,
I stretch and sniff, my day's begun.
I leave my home, at forest's edge,
And take a stroll to a near ledge.

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