Amount of texts to »I« | 202, and there are 185 texts (91.58%) with a rating above the adjusted level (-3) |
Average lenght of texts | 76 Characters |
Average Rating | 0.386 points, 64 Not rated texts |
First text | on Feb 7th 2001, 04:02:24 wrote Holly about I |
Latest text | on Dec 10th 2019, 20:49:52 wrote Gi$elle about I |
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(overall: 64) |
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Texts to »I«
I
Rating: 13 point(s) | Read and rate text individually
I is between H and J.
I means me.
I is how the word »eye« sounds.
I
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As I was going to St. Ives,
I met a man with seven wives,
Each wife had seven sacks,
Each sack had seven cats,
Each cat had seven kits:
Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,
How many were going to St. Ives?
I
Rating: 2 point(s) | Read and rate text individually
We all live in a capital I
In the middle of the desert
In the center of the sky.
All day long we polish up the I
To make it clean and shiny
So it brightens up the sky.
Rubbing it here
And scrubbing it there.
Polishing the I
So high in the air.
And as we work we sing a lively tune
»It is great to be so happy on a busy afternoon.«
And when we're through with the day's only chore,
We go into the I
And we close the door.
Capital I, capital I, capital I, capital I.
I
Rating: 3 point(s) | Read and rate text individuallyI've got a feeling that you're going to love what you'll find...
I
Rating: 3 point(s) | Read and rate text individuallyI am really an optimist, but I am not sure that my optimism is justified.
I
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I'm Nobody! Who are You?
by Emily Dickinson
I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us -don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
I
Rating: 5 point(s) | Read and rate text individuallyI
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What am I?
Twisted reflections on a broken mirror, spasmoticly shifted by stirring of watchful wind?
Am I to maintain a wake for timelessness as the very embers of humanity within an enfeebled frame grow dim?
Nay, say I. I am but the absence of self, glorified by unknowledge.
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