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Joules of FriendshipJoules of FriendshipJoules of Friendship by tech60
Alex walked along the path to absent mindedly, his partner, Coronamon beside him. Coronamon kept giving Alex concerned glances, but didn't speak up. They were on there way to the Primary Village, passing by other Tamer-digimon groups as they went. They knew what they were going to do. Find and protect the Digi-Eggs found in the primary village. They were almost there, when suddenly Coronamon stopped him.
"Ok dude, what gives?"
Alex tried to disregard him. "I don't know what you're talking about." Coronamon grabbed his leg.
"You're a horrible liar man. What's got you so bugged?" Alex didn't answer, yet Coronamon decided to guess. "Look, if it's about those rumors that were goin around, don't worry about it. You and I know the truth, and that's all that matters right now." Coronamon clambered onto Alex's shoulder and tried to get him to smile. "So no more moping, ok?"
Alex smirked a little. "Yeah, I feel a little better, thanks Coronamon"
Coronamon gave a wide grin.
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung wordsYou're Not A Poet by W-Lupus
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton