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Give it up Max (Free verse) by Stephen Robins

Bury your beard in your hands, And your chisel in your face, Face up to facts, Your behaviour's not ace. You've upset poor Dovina, Whose had problems enough, Without you blundering around, On her broken muff. You try to be all folksy, With your use of "cute" and "critter", But underneath your beard, It's clear you take it up the shitter.

Ranger 22-Jan-07/3:12 AM
I'd submit it but 99% of the poemeranker users aren't qualified to read its content, and I fear getting comments about baseball.




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