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on Idle by Irischer Junge
2 Sep 2003, 9:16 AM
maybe she has gone to her reward?
we are always dying. from the moment we are born, from the very first intake into our lungs, we begin to count out the time until we cease to draw air.
Oooo the truth comes out!!
By my standards for love, in and of itself, you are in love. With whom? And how do your standards for love differ?
it's not that i _mind_ people touching themselves when theyr ead my poems...it's just that this is not the first one that comes to mind when i think of my more provocative efforts...
you are a strange laddie, sir.
This poem was so good it made me lose my pants. Where are they? Oh, there they are, around my ankles. Silly me. 10/10.
Let's see one of yours tadpole.
Thanks again
Exactly what I felt when I wrote it. Thank you.
i give it a 3 just because i hate the word bitch so much.
Who says 'tis? The concepts are good, but it's a little too eighteenth-century for me. 8/10.
i'm sorry you feel this way, it must be a shallow life you live in huh? God help you on your judgement day
It rhymes, it rhymes hard, but it's a lyric poem so let's not hold that against it. Pretty ending. 9/10.
PS: In your bio there's a verb missing an e.
The score more truthfully lies elsewhere -
I am embarassed to be ranked above this poem
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That's not funny, I was the prison bitch of a guy named Horse. And nothing about Horse 'tickled'.
What if you were in a prison and there was a horse that would come and visit you? Would you really wait with tickly expectation for that Sunday's visit?
for some reason, i love love the fact that the spanish rhymes so well. Nicely done.