Pouches… pouches. The first thing that comes to mind are kangaroos, what with the Joeys that live in pouches and all that stuff and yep. Or fannypacks. Idk either or. Kangaroos are kind of great. :-)
Kangaroos. They’re kind of great and have pouches – Joeys sit in them. I don’t know if that’s how to phrase it or whatever, but you know, a little kangaroo = a joey. Or a pouch like a fanny pack. Hell, I don’t know. There’s some German word that sounds like pouch that my teacher likes too, but I can’t remember what exactly it is. Okay this was great but I have absolutely nothing else to say. :–)
Elaheh
I saw an object on the ground the other day and as i got closer I realized that that it was a pouch, that contained a bunch of keys. i knew that i would be good to return them to the owner, but i just did not know where to begin to locate them.
What is that you have there in you pouch?
A very tasty treat for all the young boys and girls!
Would you give me some of it?
I would not forget you my dear boy, come here and have your share.
This english zoo is no place for a roo
How i wish i were back in oztroylya
jack maye
velvety soft leather pouch. it contains 50gold shillings. the red colour is as pretty as the and lavish as the royal room. it is the most extravagant of all. it is owned by an old woman.
It is decorated with golden borders.
A pouch is a sort of a bag that is used for carrying many things. Kangaroos have a pouch in which they hold their young. Pouches are not quite as detailed as a purse.
ken
“I have so many thought inside of me that yearn to be told. But they never are. I keep them held inside, though they brake me and weaken me as I grow, I can’t let them out. I have so many things to say but I just can’t. Home is behind me already and there are many paths to tread, through shadows I have gone and too the edge of time until the stars have all but failed to light. These thoughts are my demons, but my body that can’t choke the words is my captor. Distant shadows cloud in shame, as my nerves quiver.”
She looked up from the ledge on which she stood
“I’ve always said the silent are the most interesting, but they’re also the most messed up. I can’t break it, I’ve kept it all inside the pouch I tore into my heart.”
She looked into the eyes of the heaven, past the empty of the people who weren’t there. “As a kid I always though I could fly, and maybe I can, maybe I can. These words will clog me up eventually.”
And in a prayer sense she said her last will: “Dear God, make me a bird, so I can fly far far away from here.”
And she took a step of the ledge, falling, flying.
Saskia
That little joey inside its mother’s pouch is struggling to get nutrients from the mother. The main problem is the mother kangaroo is dead. How can there be anymore nutrients inside a dead body? Soon the joey will die just like its mother.
kingaroo. king of the ‘pouchers’. is there something different re- oh never mind! dot and the kingaroo. jingaroo tangaroo vingaroo bangaroo bingaroo
pingaroo quangaroo {i like that one} fangaroo (no like!) ningaroo ringaroo
wingaroo zingaroo (best onr)
jack maye
it’s spelled like touch even though they are pronounced different. Reminds me of a kangaroo. cause they have pouches. now I’m thinking about couches and how i wish i had one in my room. and its 3 am and i still can’t sleep.
In the pouch was an old diary. He had not seen it before. He hesitated, before reaching into the pocket and carefully pulling it out. He turned the cover and there on the first page was his name, not the name his friends call him, but his full name, the one his mother had given him.
There in his pouch was what he had been looking for the whole time. Now he knew he was in trouble. Now he knew he would have to appologise. He had to swallow his pride and make the slow walk back down the corridor to where his mother was waiting. “Sorry” he said, almost too quietly for her to hear.
Paul Day
The kangaroos pouch had a joey in it. My stomach kicked in response, like that kangaroo i would soon be a mother. i would soon have a life that relies on me to keep it alive i didn’t think i could do it. But i knew i had to. It was the only way his legacy would continue the only way his greatness could be passed on. I loved him and I’m going to love what we made together just as much
Alice
Pouches are safe and comfortable.
Like a kangaroo pouch. It’s more warm than a bag.
It encases me, wraps around and holds me in.
It feels better in here than it does outside.
It reminds me of a purse, or a satchel, but more familiar.
A strange word, but it’s phoenetically pleasing.
It is a good word, a good thing. It’s just better. More pleasant.
They said that the stomach would be reduced to a small pouch. The problem for Anna was that she had no idea how large the stomach was in the first place, so to call it a small pouch meant very little. Small? Smaller than what? And how accomodating was this pouch going to be? She would have to do a little research.
something you hold things in, and kangaroos have pouches. it’s weird when people have pouches for tobacco, because tobacco is really gross. why don’t we call purses pouches. I would like a pouch. it seems so comfortable. so warma nd safe. unlik anythingelse. I would like to be wrapped in one, like cuddling. I could keep tping about this, but I don’t want to, because that would just be lame.
Kaiachi
is the place I’ll hide my things
where no one can see
but know they are there
and want to hold them
as close as I hold them to me
the things I hide
inside my pouch
and closer still
is the place
I can not see
but want to hide them there
Kara Bibb
A pouch is a small bag or compartment for holding things in. It usually has a drawstring to pull the opening closed to secure the contents of the pouch. They could be used to hold money, counters, stones or any other small bits.
Rosemary
I have a pouch that I bring to school everyday, and my friend saw it and said.. “Hey, I want one like that,” so I’m going to give her one for Christmas.
Brenn
The pouch was sitting on his desk, ready to be transferred to the courier. Will I have time to exchange the papers? I looked around, then softly but swiftly moved over to the desk.
a pouch is a thing that you carry something in, like a small bag that you would keep small items in. it also makes me think of a kangaroo because the mothers have little pouches to carry their babies in. is it the pouch or the baby that’s called a joey? I think it’s the baby. Anyways, when I was little, I had a little pouch with a pineapple on it that I wanted to take with me to Florida because I wanted to see the beach there. That was all I could think about! The pouch came from my Aunt Mary Lou, she’s a bitch.
Britini
we all puppets caught up in a pouch i.e. the earth…
ashik
It fit into my pocket,
a small pouch
with valuable things inside
that no one will ever understand.
I fit it into the smallest
nostril of my nose,
inhale it through the
esophagus of my soul,
sink my heart
in this meaning
of heavy air.
It weighs me down
and I see him
weighing down
and I stand up
and ask him to dance
to the music
knowing the heavy air
is weighing him down
but I will not take a negative response,
I will make him dance to the rhythms
of the heavy bass strings
and the heavy air around it
and he will be lifted,
easier to breathe.
Pouch. Kangaroo’s grow up in them, they live in them for their childhood. Protected by their mothers, then what? Abandonment? You feel so close to someone, knowing them like a home and the next thing you know, they’re gone. Leaving you to do something on your own.
bryanna
Words, words, words!
My hands shake throughout the day. And I feel the weight of the many mixed emotions in my body asking to come out. And I don’t let them just yet.
So my hands shake at times and I notice that my body wants to do the same; as if to say ‘hey! Let it out and let it be’.
So I sit down and write and do just that.
This story must be told. Forgive me friend. For not asking if I may tell it first. For I need to so much more than I may say to you right now.
She was stuck in a pouch. It was a very large pouch to fit a human her size. How odd it must behold a young girl in a pouch. The pouch sprouted legs and arms before going for a walk, picking flowers to give to the girl inside of it. He sprouted a face with a mouth soon enough and they talked for days straight until she went home.
Sometimes you don’t know where to keep everything,
That why I have always been envious of the Kangaroo,
but even somethings can fall out of a Kangaroo pouch
they are gone before you can even realize they were lost,
So If you don’t mind, I’ll just hold on a little tighter…
a pouch is a place where i but my belongings. I dont exactly have a pouch, but.i think it would be cool to own one. Though, if i had a pouch, id want to design it myself.
Brandi
all the things you can put in a pouch! Your mobile, keys, and a note, telling you what to buy at the shop
I think lime green pouches would be cool. I really don’t know what to write, so I will write what I think is best. I love lime green and hot pink, so maybe those two on one sparkly pouch would be awesome. Time is up, gotta go.
anonymous
kangaroos have them to hold their bbabies
a pocket to put in money, lose change and little things
Pouches… pouches. The first thing that comes to mind are kangaroos, what with the Joeys that live in pouches and all that stuff and yep. Or fannypacks. Idk either or. Kangaroos are kind of great. :-)
Kangaroos. They’re kind of great and have pouches – Joeys sit in them. I don’t know if that’s how to phrase it or whatever, but you know, a little kangaroo = a joey. Or a pouch like a fanny pack. Hell, I don’t know. There’s some German word that sounds like pouch that my teacher likes too, but I can’t remember what exactly it is. Okay this was great but I have absolutely nothing else to say. :–)
I saw an object on the ground the other day and as i got closer I realized that that it was a pouch, that contained a bunch of keys. i knew that i would be good to return them to the owner, but i just did not know where to begin to locate them.
pouch with two coins
What is that you have there in you pouch?
A very tasty treat for all the young boys and girls!
Would you give me some of it?
I would not forget you my dear boy, come here and have your share.
There was a pouch attached to the side of his hip.
From his pouch came the clasp of broken scissors that had dulled over time holding paper between its legs instead of cutting through
This english zoo is no place for a roo
How i wish i were back in oztroylya
velvety soft leather pouch. it contains 50gold shillings. the red colour is as pretty as the and lavish as the royal room. it is the most extravagant of all. it is owned by an old woman.
It is decorated with golden borders.
–aroo–aroo–arang–atang–aroo
–aboo–aboo–abang–alang–galoo
A pouch is a sort of a bag that is used for carrying many things. Kangaroos have a pouch in which they hold their young. Pouches are not quite as detailed as a purse.
“I have so many thought inside of me that yearn to be told. But they never are. I keep them held inside, though they brake me and weaken me as I grow, I can’t let them out. I have so many things to say but I just can’t. Home is behind me already and there are many paths to tread, through shadows I have gone and too the edge of time until the stars have all but failed to light. These thoughts are my demons, but my body that can’t choke the words is my captor. Distant shadows cloud in shame, as my nerves quiver.”
She looked up from the ledge on which she stood
“I’ve always said the silent are the most interesting, but they’re also the most messed up. I can’t break it, I’ve kept it all inside the pouch I tore into my heart.”
She looked into the eyes of the heaven, past the empty of the people who weren’t there. “As a kid I always though I could fly, and maybe I can, maybe I can. These words will clog me up eventually.”
And in a prayer sense she said her last will: “Dear God, make me a bird, so I can fly far far away from here.”
And she took a step of the ledge, falling, flying.
That little joey inside its mother’s pouch is struggling to get nutrients from the mother. The main problem is the mother kangaroo is dead. How can there be anymore nutrients inside a dead body? Soon the joey will die just like its mother.
oor–a–gnat
pouch
pouch
pouch
pouch
pouch
pouch
kingaroo. king of the ‘pouchers’. is there something different re- oh never mind! dot and the kingaroo. jingaroo tangaroo vingaroo bangaroo bingaroo
pingaroo quangaroo {i like that one} fangaroo (no like!) ningaroo ringaroo
wingaroo zingaroo (best onr)
it’s spelled like touch even though they are pronounced different. Reminds me of a kangaroo. cause they have pouches. now I’m thinking about couches and how i wish i had one in my room. and its 3 am and i still can’t sleep.
soft and secret
In the pouch was an old diary. He had not seen it before. He hesitated, before reaching into the pocket and carefully pulling it out. He turned the cover and there on the first page was his name, not the name his friends call him, but his full name, the one his mother had given him.
There in his pouch was what he had been looking for the whole time. Now he knew he was in trouble. Now he knew he would have to appologise. He had to swallow his pride and make the slow walk back down the corridor to where his mother was waiting. “Sorry” he said, almost too quietly for her to hear.
The kangaroos pouch had a joey in it. My stomach kicked in response, like that kangaroo i would soon be a mother. i would soon have a life that relies on me to keep it alive i didn’t think i could do it. But i knew i had to. It was the only way his legacy would continue the only way his greatness could be passed on. I loved him and I’m going to love what we made together just as much
Pouches are safe and comfortable.
Like a kangaroo pouch. It’s more warm than a bag.
It encases me, wraps around and holds me in.
It feels better in here than it does outside.
It reminds me of a purse, or a satchel, but more familiar.
A strange word, but it’s phoenetically pleasing.
It is a good word, a good thing. It’s just better. More pleasant.
They said that the stomach would be reduced to a small pouch. The problem for Anna was that she had no idea how large the stomach was in the first place, so to call it a small pouch meant very little. Small? Smaller than what? And how accomodating was this pouch going to be? She would have to do a little research.
something you hold things in, and kangaroos have pouches. it’s weird when people have pouches for tobacco, because tobacco is really gross. why don’t we call purses pouches. I would like a pouch. it seems so comfortable. so warma nd safe. unlik anythingelse. I would like to be wrapped in one, like cuddling. I could keep tping about this, but I don’t want to, because that would just be lame.
is the place I’ll hide my things
where no one can see
but know they are there
and want to hold them
as close as I hold them to me
the things I hide
inside my pouch
and closer still
is the place
I can not see
but want to hide them there
A pouch is a small bag or compartment for holding things in. It usually has a drawstring to pull the opening closed to secure the contents of the pouch. They could be used to hold money, counters, stones or any other small bits.
I have a pouch that I bring to school everyday, and my friend saw it and said.. “Hey, I want one like that,” so I’m going to give her one for Christmas.
The pouch was sitting on his desk, ready to be transferred to the courier. Will I have time to exchange the papers? I looked around, then softly but swiftly moved over to the desk.
a pouch is a thing that you carry something in, like a small bag that you would keep small items in. it also makes me think of a kangaroo because the mothers have little pouches to carry their babies in. is it the pouch or the baby that’s called a joey? I think it’s the baby. Anyways, when I was little, I had a little pouch with a pineapple on it that I wanted to take with me to Florida because I wanted to see the beach there. That was all I could think about! The pouch came from my Aunt Mary Lou, she’s a bitch.
we all puppets caught up in a pouch i.e. the earth…
It fit into my pocket,
a small pouch
with valuable things inside
that no one will ever understand.
I fit it into the smallest
nostril of my nose,
inhale it through the
esophagus of my soul,
sink my heart
in this meaning
of heavy air.
It weighs me down
and I see him
weighing down
and I stand up
and ask him to dance
to the music
knowing the heavy air
is weighing him down
but I will not take a negative response,
I will make him dance to the rhythms
of the heavy bass strings
and the heavy air around it
and he will be lifted,
easier to breathe.
Pouch. Kangaroo’s grow up in them, they live in them for their childhood. Protected by their mothers, then what? Abandonment? You feel so close to someone, knowing them like a home and the next thing you know, they’re gone. Leaving you to do something on your own.
Words, words, words!
My hands shake throughout the day. And I feel the weight of the many mixed emotions in my body asking to come out. And I don’t let them just yet.
So my hands shake at times and I notice that my body wants to do the same; as if to say ‘hey! Let it out and let it be’.
So I sit down and write and do just that.
This story must be told. Forgive me friend. For not asking if I may tell it first. For I need to so much more than I may say to you right now.
She was stuck in a pouch. It was a very large pouch to fit a human her size. How odd it must behold a young girl in a pouch. The pouch sprouted legs and arms before going for a walk, picking flowers to give to the girl inside of it. He sprouted a face with a mouth soon enough and they talked for days straight until she went home.
Sometimes you don’t know where to keep everything,
That why I have always been envious of the Kangaroo,
but even somethings can fall out of a Kangaroo pouch
they are gone before you can even realize they were lost,
So If you don’t mind, I’ll just hold on a little tighter…
a pouch is a place where i but my belongings. I dont exactly have a pouch, but.i think it would be cool to own one. Though, if i had a pouch, id want to design it myself.
all the things you can put in a pouch! Your mobile, keys, and a note, telling you what to buy at the shop
kangaroo pregnant warmness
I think lime green pouches would be cool. I really don’t know what to write, so I will write what I think is best. I love lime green and hot pink, so maybe those two on one sparkly pouch would be awesome. Time is up, gotta go.
kangaroos have them to hold their bbabies
a pocket to put in money, lose change and little things