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Rude poem alert!! Old king Cole was a very old soul And a very old soul was he He called for the light In the middle of the night To ...
Flikity - Jun 12, 2005 - 1 min read
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so i stare at tigerskin again and feel the complete, woven silence that warms my bare shoulders with its fingertips, reborn from banging glitter and punching voices. it was air-conditioning ...
Liz - Jun 12, 2005 - 1 min read
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Sorry I am not going to put anymore poems on this site.
kutestuff003 - Jun 11, 2005 - 1 min read
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I come from Minnesota, Cold and Icy snow. From Scorching summers, To yellow hummers. From bumping the volleyball, Along the wall, From two little brothers, So funny and small. I ...
kutestuff003 - Jun 11, 2005 - 1 min read
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plastic nostalgia, it's a world where it's only pink, blue or yellow - there's no black. glow-in-the-dark singlets and stripes on shoes. chunky clumps of happiness amidst every perfect colour ...
Liz - Jun 11, 2005 - 1 min read
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You were always there when I needed you, But never near when I needed you to hold me, You were there to teach me to be me, And I appreciate ...
kutestuff003 - Jun 11, 2005 - 1 min read
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no poem
kutestuff003 - Jun 11, 2005 - 1 min read
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Untitled The love of my life left today, all because he was to tired to wait, I kept saying "No" I can't do it not yet, He said "Oh, Yeah" ...
kutestuff003 - Jun 11, 2005 - 2 min read
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kutestuff003 - Jun 11, 2005 - 1 min read
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This was interesting. Very cool, thoough. My only suggestion is that you takke out the first word, "So." It sounds like something was supposed to come before it, and it ...
ohhewwo - Jun 10, 2005 - 1 min read
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When you were fighting with the hair stylist, screaming for a refund, I was here in the army, shaving my head. When you were turning down the town's best chef, ...
Ceylon - Jun 10, 2005 - 2 min read
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(I was incredibly bored during Science and I was thinking of this girl I know...) Hello my friend I hope you are well. I have something I've been wanting to ...
Elizabeth - Jun 10, 2005 - 1 min read
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6-10-05 Flamethrower image, crumbleing norteamericanos pizza-pie connections ddarkness, darkness, dimness The family poem The family song y carol –The Family– Two seasons, in one sitting I’m a s
PsyLynx - Jun 10, 2005 - 1 min read
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6-10-05 He bent his dance to a happy dream dance with stars o’rhead in a calm, autumn-cool crisp burning woodsmoke noise pollutioned way, with a thousand comrades singing singing singing ...
PsyLynx - Jun 10, 2005 - 1 min read
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Ok whoa, this really needs to be toned down a little to be effective. Good writing doesn't need blatantly melodramatic images to be creepy or insightful. Most if this just ...
faith - Jun 10, 2005 - 1 min read