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Kept (Ghazal) by <{Baba^Yaga}>
You hold me like a steering wheel Tight and defensive, now this is living. Lucky I'm compulsive, or you'd live in squalor Without humor, good cooking, or exotic pets. Brass snooze button, and neon collars Sometimes I think I could iron the horse. Running, bent at the heel and frothing Racing head long into the next turn. When I said I do, you did, then so did I Again, and again, and again, I feel rice. Up my nose and down my bra, what kind of virgin runs with a point? I'm not out to change a thing, but the Channel, and your mind.

Down the ladder: Unmasking Wyverns

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Arithmetic Mean: 7.4444447
Weighted score: 6.2222223
Overall Rank: 964
Posted: May 10, 2004 11:19 PM PDT; Last modified: May 11, 2004 2:21 PM PDT
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[8] Patsy @ 68.151.3.48 | 11-May-04/12:02 AM | Reply
i don't know, what kind of virgin runs with a point?

this tasted like the desert/dessert. yum.
[10] INTRANSIT @ 64.12.116.70 | 11-May-04/1:55 PM | Reply
Excellent.
[9] daveslady @ 140.211.124.224 | 11-May-04/5:10 PM | Reply
love that last line. many women try to embark on that adventure and often fail, as they very well should.
[n/a] <{Baba^Yaga}> @ 24.130.62.63 > daveslady | 12-May-04/4:42 PM | Reply
Lol.
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