some deleted user
on some deleted poem
19 Sep 2003, 1:49 PM
A reminder that we are all part of humankind's tapestry. Seven decimal four eight three two six five decimal
some deleted user
on some deleted poem
19 Sep 2003, 2:22 PM
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some deleted user
on some deleted poem
19 Sep 2003, 1:42 PM
He ran you down with the aforementioned bus?
I don't get it. Am I on drugs?
I am against Gaysie Marriage too. What will they want next, free penises?
some deleted user
on some deleted poem
19 Sep 2003, 1:47 PM
Inspiring. eight decimal four three two five seven decimal
I'm flattered, and I think you are a lovely poet. Great haiku, about time.
G olden Q Tip award. I think this embodies the essence of this particular style of three part freeverse. 10!
some deleted user
on some deleted poem
19 Sep 2003, 2:27 PM
it might be me trying to see in your window.
I like this poem. thank you.
Why this recieved a 0, is beyond me? I rather enjoyed it and think it would make a fine intro on an album, musically, I mean, and spoken.
Yep.
The title's beautiful.
some deleted user
on some deleted poem
19 Sep 2003, 2:24 PM
Time is fat. spend my days with it.
Salaams.
some deleted user
on some deleted poem
19 Sep 2003, 2:26 PM
We are all dying. It's a concern of mine.
A Whitmanesque ode to estrangement and runny fluids.
Change strain to stain and shine to barracuda. How was being dead? People, actually called my home. I hope you are proud of yourself young Pan. Now i want my payment promptly, we had a deal. Fool the ranker for you to duck tape your soul to my pigeon's (Vagina) third-leg's shoe sole after chianti and lukewarming doversole with pipe noodle's alfredo. Then, of course we swap gaids and airbrush the whole headboard cracking fairy buggering murel on the van's side. Like in the 70's.
We had a deal.
some deleted user
on some deleted poem
19 Sep 2003, 1:37 PM
I think you meant September ELEVENTH.
Too much rhyming; it sets bells and gongs off in my head!