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collars i have worn--exhibit 3 (Free verse) by Patsy
you are the garden in which i could never sit. And just loving the way it smelled and felt was never appropriate-- i had to stay, i had to guard the gates and talk to your plants and visit you occasionally in your pristine pond, climb into that cold water and let you hold me like a buoy. And sure, yeah, part of me is shivering, cold and old and i would tell you all about it except that you always lacked fire and i need to dry off.

Up the ladder: The Robin- A Parody
Down the ladder: Black Belt

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Arithmetic Mean: 6.4
Weighted score: 5.7
Overall Rank: 1959
Posted: May 10, 2004 11:59 PM PDT; Last modified: May 10, 2004 11:59 PM PDT
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[8] richa @ 81.178.254.233 | 11-May-04/5:40 AM | Reply
Quite like it, although it does seem to hanker after a garden that is in a pond!
[8] basit_i @ 161.184.180.200 | 11-May-04/8:21 AM | Reply
hmm. first things first---dare i say it? i demand the you!
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