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Bagpain (Free verse) by daggatolar Christ caught on a cut
And nailed on wood
But we -
Is our fleshback
Constuct the cross
The crusifix
Nailing Rain into us
Struck
The circle cease
The flow of our blood
Curls up
We womb walls up
A prison of bagpain
And death is not better
The whple life we live
A lead to
To we cannot away from.
Up the ladder:
The Pitâs Bottom
Down the ladder:
The boomerang holiday
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Posted: August 22, 2004 12:21 PM PDT; Last modified: August 22, 2004 12:21 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.0715218 Overall Rank: 6600 Comments:
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Stephen Robins @ 213.146.148.199
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23-Aug-04/5:52 AM
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You have ripped this off the errant rantings of a tramp on a soapbox at Hyde Park Corner. He had one more listner than the vote I have just awarded you.
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