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love your mother:

Member since 2001 · Posted 16 Mar 2002 · 4 comments

rolling green hills and salty sea sprays carry me home, take me away cold deep cracks of mother earths viens dip in my toes, cast off my dialy chains rich warm terra firma to trod underfoot bliss, ease my day, onward i plod

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[n/a] nentwined 16-Mar-02/1:21 AM Reply

pleasant and I can make sense of it without difficulty (I think)! =) The last three words seem out of place, though -- plodding is tired, unhappy work. if you're trying to mix that in with the appreciation of the earth, I think maybe more could be shown...

[5] anonymous 4-Apr-02/2:47 PM Reply

hey hey-
i really like the imagery, but where are you going? i don't see where you are going with the whole point of the poem. maybe i'm just dense!

[5] anonymous 14-May-02/9:27 AM Reply

it's just so.... wrong. especially the trod/plod rhyme... ick.

[3] horus8 18-Aug-02/1:53 AM Reply

i wonder who's retarded evil twin this is...da..oh..ah..nevermind