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Write your own Glitch haiku/poem.
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play me some music
refreshing change of pace, Glitch...
it makes me happy!
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Refreshing the page,
I see that they are still closed.
I long to explore.
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Woe it is to be a Glitcher,
To suffer the dreaded Glitch-less Itch(er).
But I know that it won't be nice,
for launch to be riddled with lice.
(Lice a bugs, they are, aren't they?
I suppose they're arachnids they are.)
So I shall eat my Rocky Road,
And maybe kiss my Lucky Toad.
And before I break my F5,
The game had better go Live!
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Creativity
In every possible way
That's the world of Glitch
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Oh crabby crab Crab
How can I make you happy
What do you want to hear
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Glitch music plays on
in my mind during the night.
I play in my sleep
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Glitchin' is bitchin'
Piggies, Chickens, Butterflies
Chatty trees and rocks
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when I nibble a piggy
while he's still alive
but it seems kinda creepy
I want a new house in Ix
Jestons could live there
and Dr. Seuss could stay too
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Jane Jetson was unfaithful.
She and Dr. Seuss
had a son named Chris Leavens
ETA: (just in case) Chris Leavens is the designer of Ix
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Some from Vancouver
Others from San Francisco
Make Glitch Deliver!
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Thursday seems so long
why can't I play tomorrow?
Monday is closer
I should do something
go outside, socialize, live
yet here I still sit
Everyday is mundane
checking forums, facebook, mail
waiting for test...soon
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I was just thinking
of delectable desserts.
A la Awesome Pot !!
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Bumping this because I wrote a Glitch poem a while back, and wanted to share it again :) I know it isn't a haiku, but note that the title says "Write your own haiku/poem." ;)
Humbaba took a look at Ur,
And she liked what she saw, mainly.
But presently she became astir;
A sense of something missing, plainly.
She looked around, saw ground, saw sky.
And those were fine and good.
She looked around, saw trees spry,
But her foreboding withstood.
All at once, she said "Aha!"
As inspiration hit her.
She leaned down, formed a piggy paw,
Followed by a body, and some fur.
She made a little blue thing too,
With neon wings aflutter,
And from it, milk withdrew,
Followed by butterfly butter.
And finally, last, not least,
Made a little chickie small,
And fed it grain, a feast,
Till it was biggest of them all.
Humbaba took a look at Ur,
And liked what she saw, wholly.
The land now buzzed, and contained fur,
and Humbaba smiled fully.