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Musings: Willow Sculpture (Free verse) by SupremeDreamer

Oh weeping willow! You cause me to ruminate upon the tears that slide along slender, lachrymose blades, enshrouding your stooped form. My calm examination leaves me to conclude that your legion of keen leaves exist only to sheathe the humiliation of your failure. I consider your timid stance a decrepit show of defiance which makes me think: You are not a weeping willow, but a living statue; the frozen image of opprobrium. ----------------------------------------------------------- This is how I write willow poems luckjoe... enjoy the curse that I just did engrave and burn on your forehead.

Jeremi B. Handrinos 10-Aug-03/11:03 AM
Why drag me into this? better a Y2k street poet than a YspecialK sodomite with a rave whistle/lightsicle and portable Sherlock homes det. kit with real scratch resisting magnifying Watson spectacle and Sherlock pipe and self adjusting hat with Mr. bubbles refillable cartridges and a childproof safety lock for when you want to impress your next lap dog at the local merry go round. Leave the kid alone. How else do you expect him to learn new words? Penis in ass osmosis like the welsh and the Benjaminites?




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