nausea for the shipwrecked

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Chevy
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Mon Jun 27, 2005 2:05 pm
Chevy says... · Mon Jun 27, 2005 2:05 pm
This is not fair. I don't see why I can never write like this...never.

Sorry but no critiquing for this poem...it was great.
when there's nowhere to go, it's time to grow up.
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Firestarter
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Mon Jun 27, 2005 4:09 pm
Firestarter says... · Mon Jun 27, 2005 4:09 pm
You like the word cliche, don't you?

Oh, and, good stuff, especially the first two lines.
Nate wrote:And if YWS ever does become a company, Jack will be the President of European Operations. In fact, I'm just going to call him that anyways.
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Tue Jun 28, 2005 4:14 am
Sam says... · Tue Jun 28, 2005 4:14 am
"Apartments are pretty when the sun paints us gold"

Only line that seemed out of place. Other than that: meditative, beautiful even. Loved the bathroom bit.

(but who wants to watch church on tv? *shudder)
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Elizabeth
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Tue Jun 28, 2005 10:04 am
Elizabeth says... · Tue Jun 28, 2005 10:04 am
I had to aggree with Sam... I was about to say the line sounded funny...)
Lovely job though.
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Caligula's Launderette
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Wed Jun 29, 2005 6:58 pm
Caligula's Launderette says... · Wed Jun 29, 2005 6:58 pm
hmmm...I really liked this poem.

My favorites lines are these "Apartments are pretty when the sun paints us gold
and we spend our days dancing alone"

the imagery in this is amazing. once again you are who blows are minds away with your gift.

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CL
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[Diefenbaker whines]
Fraser: You're an Arctic Wolf, for God's sake.
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