For Backgroundbob...

Though far away
I feel like I've known you
I see intelligence
Something evidently new...
You're glowing
You're artistic ability is constant
And so slowly
I begin to realize just how instant
I could easily fall...but not in love
You are but charming
You have your way with words
And it's overly alarming
You must be the inspiration
For every beautiful thing that is revealed
But I find it hard to tell you
I've much to conceal
And it's not what it seems
There is much resistance
To tell a man such things
That reveals a female's concupiscence

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Certainly Love
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I'm not a stalker, first of all....and second, Backgroundbob is just my topic for now...I like to make people feel special and worth writing about.

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Elizabeth
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Heh, I read your second one first... so yeah...
This sounds... a bit... stalker-ish... but it's all good.
I liked it.... you use pretty words...
I don't.
That makes us different, plus I don't stalk backgroundbob... :P I'm kidding.

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Areida
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Areida wrote a review · Mon Mar 06, 2006 11:31 pm

This was cool. It was verging on crossing that line of over-sentimentality, but I think you toed it pretty well.

My favourite line was "you're glowing." I wasn't expecting it, but it fit nicely while at the same time changing up the pace a bit. Nice work overall. :D

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xanthan gum
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i must admit, upon reading the title and the poem, i scoffed. i didn't think he was...that great. :oops: hha

the poem is good. not high-quality, but otherwise fair.

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backgroundbob
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:oops:

well, thank you m'dear, but I'd never be worth catching in any case.



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