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Focus (Concrete) by Signature Floating unanchored in a whir l p o o l .
Suspended--- ascending, then not ag a i n . . .
Riveting, echoing are these fantastic hy m n s :
Condensed within, and confined to spor a dic embra c e -
Drastic and impulsive behind a repulsive face -
Automatically romantically magn e t i c ,
Frantic and addicted to at tach m e n t
Is a heart of prosthet i c :
Thumping, fueled by am bi tion -
Subject to ig ni ti o n -
of inevitable cir cum s t a n c e .
-- Da1 L. Os borne
Up the ladder:
Elusive Dream
Down the ladder:
The Birds
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Posted: May 21, 2004 2:21 AM PDT; Last modified: May 21, 2004 2:22 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.095362 Overall Rank: 6140 The following users have marked this poem on their favorites list:
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zodiac @ 67.240.192.209
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21-May-04/6:09 AM
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Why did you put this poem on your own favorites list?
This poem is a pool of rancid flange juice left on the seat of a sunshine bus by an elderly citizen.
A magnetic re-imagining of Our Favorite Midget.
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