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Surfer

Member since 2002 · Posted 17 Aug 2004 · Edited 28 Aug 2004 · 6 comments

Hunkers and leans arms outstreched into a torso twist then a hipflickheelturn and caress the alluring blue curling sheet then washed away in his own name.

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[9] Dovina 17-Aug-04/12:03 PM Reply

I see you pulled into a truc-um-up-stop for a little web-time with the home folks. Well, glad you did, weâre still here, but littleâs goinâ on. Mostly, everyoneâs ignoring the poems and arguinâ about racism and sex on somebodyâs posting. Hit chat if you want. Iâll say your poem is good, and if yourâre nice, give a 9 or sompnâ. Welcome back.

[8] SupremeDreamer 17-Aug-04/1:49 PM Reply

Well well.. old friend, how are you on this shadowed day?

[10] Bachus 17-Aug-04/11:23 PM Reply

Ripped

[10] Dan garcia-Black 18-Aug-04/4:12 AM Reply

The old long boarder(10'6") understands the last four lines best.

[n/a] INTRANSIT › Dan garcia-Black 28-Aug-04/10:22 AM Reply

Thanks guys. Had to edit. The opening line didn't jive with the closer. Had to make him more active.

[9] klosterfobik 28-Aug-04/7:23 PM Reply

Thought of back when and salt blue ocean....very nice.