kingit
on Three Fall by <~>
23 Oct 2003, 10:04 PM
death season...life returns in March
Hail! Hale! Heyll!
interesting. Editing does not wipe out votes?
Pigs, Natty Light, and RJ. Sweet baby Jesus, I'm having a seizures from all the repressed memories you've unleashed!
Yeah you like the snow now, but you'll soon have had your fill.
And we of California will be left with our eternal comfort - deprived of the joy of difference.
Maybe after not too long you'll wish you could cart it all out here for all of us to enjoy (until it melts)?
Gonna need help Bill. smile 1, lure 1 , fingers 2, thundering 3, rain 5, at last 8 (intentional golden section? 1,1,2,3,5,8) but that's all I got.
Few things with a more solid aura than weather worn oak and iron.
rest in peace.
'And I wonder
if the thunder I hear now
is memory or premonition.'
Is beautifully put as is the opener
The end needs to be repaired. Would you like me to do it for you?
I was hoping for slippery tan hips and less pip.
Certainly, if not at least an excuse to step outside and dig out.
The problem with this poem is it was rushed and loses it's wit when one has to go through the process of caring enough to read two cockney fags being absolutely fabulous by trying not to care about fabulous absolutes such as bum cancer which ranks right up there with fly fishing with an old man tied to a tree in an innertube. When, If that was indeed the case, they would,ve blown off their sad attempts at humour long before the finish to instead do what they are good at. Picking callouses while walking the dog!
Premonition.
Hey! This is much better. I'll bump you up to a five.
This begs for repeated reads, and gets better with each one.
Descriptive and fairly technical, yet somehow bland. Like a Rococo painting.
WOW!!!!!11
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Good Light-Hearted ditty. 23.3