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<{Grasping^Grendals}> (Haiku) by Bachus

{A Haiku series} Here is your arm back. Pathetic Danish peasant. Now bleed in my mouth. Mother naps alot. Some feel that she has earned it. Yet I cannot dream!? Send your best hero! With a box of toothpicks. NOW! 'fore it is to late! I kill for Mother! Until the day she loves me. As much as her sleep.

<~> 27-Aug-02/1:50 PM
she will never love you as much as her sleep! nor even as much as thr fragrant and detatched armpits of sodding peasants! other than that, i'm okay, you're okay. nice piece.




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