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A Strenuous Recollection (Free verse) by Doug

Between longest hour (and sand quick day), torpor sets in the tongue. And this quickening lassitude- dries even up the wettest lust to an unkempt,unchaste crust, of lapse and indifference- of long past passion(behind a hope), of original lick of flat,tan stomachs. Intrigue lose in a ran-out inkwell, dim blots of flushed eruptions. The first fondle of new,moist,electric swell- has turned to a strenuous recollection.

==Doylum 11-Sep-04/6:17 PM
Jeremey is one of my best friends and i love him more than a tiny little wee little small jockey loves his horse. Jeremey is not a sad little boy. Jeremey is a mighty man nippled god of the world wide web and part time superman! He has talent, and by god and damn yer eyes he has HOPE. Hope for a brighter future.




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