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Hope in a Bottle (Free verse) by timtonio We get down muddy.
Scratch out salty eyes.
Sloshing through endless swamp,
And behold!
Three rubs, just a wish.
Something's going to go my way.
You hold me down.
Marsh of men.
Unattainable love.
Feet are stuck,
And behold!
Three rubs, just a wish.
Now something has to go my way.
Anything owned holds no equal.
Held beyond the grasp of my vulture talons.
Beyond the gaze of my listless eye.
To he whom holds you, I wish the worst.
Three rubs, a final wish.
Nothing seems to go my way.
Up the ladder:
Kodak Moment
Down the ladder:
I had no idea it could be so good
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Posted: August 14, 2004 5:32 PM PDT; Last modified: August 14, 2004 5:32 PM PDTWeighted score: 4.976287 Overall Rank: 8276 Comments:
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P.S. Everything owned can be redeemed at you local Wal-mart for an item of equal or lesser value.