Something Special-Dedicated to Beeme,Jupiter,3leaf and Sarah W.

Beeme, just sixteen years old and you define talent.
Draw pictures in my mind with your complex words.
To me your words draw more than Jim Balent.
Fresh words, fresh work, fresh like green salad.
War, peace and stuggle.
Work like that make high ambitions, real and valid.
Quietly the arms of a creation reaches.
That one line had me covered in ovation leeches.
Like a million popes and only you give the speeches.
You truly are the queen of the poet Gods creatures.
Making your way up and gaining the Red circles.
Soon you going to master poetry hurdles.
But f them without you, they're all worthless.
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Moving on to the legendary master known as Jupiter.
The largest poet within the ABC solar system.
If we don't see work about zoo animal dissing.
We know that our beloved writer Jupiter is missing.
He might be strong and almighty on the outside.
But I know he soft in the inside.
I know if he had to choose over me and a hurt bird.
He would take the birds side.
We've had a heck of a writing and critical ride.
Keeping one anothers works fire source alive.
If it wasn't for him those zoo animals,
In screamsavers would have died.
Keep the message high, and express it well.
The story of the great Jupiter.
For my children, it's a story to tell.
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Now time for the man 3leaf,my man Chris.
Started his own raps, in humorous ramblings.
Who would have thought a man could have such humour.
When he dealing with seven siblings.
Don't mean to be bad but i'm going to be honest.
No joke Chris, I'll make you a official ghetto promise.
That I'm going watch your back and protect you from the Bird.
Your rhymes becoming better than mine,word.
Come to think about it your better than me at rapping.
Now come on dude, that's unessasary and absurd.
Now you're an offical gangster in my book.
I'm going to let you know a little issue I had.
When I heard you was made redundant,I got pretty sad.
But now thinking about it,I'm pretty glad.
Cause I wouldn't of seen your work.
Really and truly I'm really glad.
I bet you a pimp in the hood but a number one dad.
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Sarah Wilson, you just a 100% standing ovation.
Wouldn't be suprised if you brought a cherry tree.
To my freaking cremation.
Because you got so many, you a lyrical sensation.
Cherry stone, my favorite of all your grand design.
Reading that over and over, make Mom sound divine.
Is reading your poem that much really a crime?
Cherry stone, cherry stone, eating those cherries.
Soon we going to run out.
And start giving you Berries.
Sarah a friend on here, a friend in my heart.
A true icon, from a lucky escape.
Right to the prosperous start.
Of many years in the future.
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