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Animal Crossing New Leaf Poem game! :D

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Ok so do this!

Rose's are pretty in my town.
I hope they don't fall down.
I want the rain to crawl on my windows..

So you must use the last word in the start of your poem like this.

Window's make things better to look in.
Because they protect you from rain and tin.
When I say tin I mean tin cans..

So here's my poem:

The star's slowly rise into the sky.
They shimmered like ice as I said bye.
I got home and started looking for my friends tie.
 
Tie up all your fears and sorrow,
Don't let the past reign over you.
It will be a new day tomorrow
 
Tommarow makes it way into today.
The sun shines and makes it ok.
The clouds roll by on this peacefull life.
 
Tomorrow the game will be released
The time? We know the least
For Animal Crossing New Leaf is beast
 
Beasts find their way into homes
outside they place their garden knomes
all the while talking.
 
Perfect is something more
more than what we see
being perfect doesnt mean
what it ought to be.
 
Money isn't everything...
they say it makes the world go round.
From where I stand, its not that grand
Or where happiness is found.
 
Found. What does it mean?
For am I lost? Found? Tottering on the brink of perpetual insanity?
Perhaps I'm all of the above. For I worry about my imaginary manatee.
 
Manatee trapped in the dreamhouse,
A new place new dreams, walrus runs free
He paints a new picture, someone's vision, someone's dream
 
Dream? For what world is this, that my windows are white?
Today, the great tree lost her leaves
I shall dream of spring, those blossoms that alight
On the wind
 
Wind is my mistress,
that cold, freeing tart.
Even though I can't see her,
I see her presence, flowing,
In the grass
 
Nintendo, the Tom Nook of reality,
The brazen salesman holding out,
waiting to strike for profits.
Someday the store will restock,
Our spotlight item that never runs out.
 
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