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Father worked Nights, Thats why I am fucked up (Free verse) by bigbigdog

father lived in a factory. he would pound, pound the foreman all night long, never stopping, never saying why. Laugh and scream, pound and pound -- no lunch hour, not even a coffee break.

poetandknowit 20-Sep-02/10:41 AM
Have I hurt your feelings so bad that you attempt to make even a bigger fool out of yourself than you already have? Because you are a plagiarist, most people will not see these poems, but I will direct everybody to bigdog's revenge against Poetandknowit. Everyone, come hither and see the bigdog disgrace himself further. It is like self-flogging, self-humiliation. I do not need to do it, because he is doing a fine job on his own. It is lethal and yes, most of it is stolen. Now that I have your computer number I will be more than happy to have my lawyers call yours. Shall you just give me their phone number?




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