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that sixty minutes (Free verse) by francis nor capule

sixty minutes of waiting there for you on that corner, throngs of buses passing by the multitude comes and goes i badly wanted a cigarette so bad, but i remembered the promise i made so i kept it a quarter past nine i decided to call you to see if you were home you picked up never was i so happy that sixty minutes knowing for a fact that i will see you even though you were not there...

thepinkbunnyofdoom 2-Apr-05/1:13 AM
Thanks for the blog update. Would it kill you to use a metaphor, turn a phrase, a simile, an alliteration, or even just your imagination? Thank god it doesn't rhyme every line or other, but without even that thin excuse, this isn't a poem. There is no art here. So no vote.




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