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Free verse № 138799

discovery

by skaskowski

Member since 2001 · Posted 13 Feb 2006 · 3 comments

she pulled a stone from the bog, it seemed some parable attached to a dream. but the mud on her shoes was just as obtuse as the rodent poison she kept in her flute.

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3 comments

[4] Dovina 13-Feb-06/1:44 PM Reply
unintelligible!
[n/a] ecargo 13-Feb-06/2:01 PM Reply
What's this? ACME (TM) Poem-o-matic? Input words and it spits out a "poem"? first line could lead to something interesting--but this ain't it.
[7] Ranger 14-Feb-06/10:09 AM Reply
Nonsensical, but isn't that the point of this poem? I quite like the imaginings here, but then again I would.