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Bagpain (Free verse) by daggatolar
Christ caught on a cut And nailed on wood But we - Is our fleshback Constuct the cross The crusifix Nailing Rain into us Struck The circle cease The flow of our blood Curls up We womb walls up A prison of bagpain And death is not better The whple life we live A lead to To we cannot away from.

Up the ladder: A Modern Woman
Down the ladder: Finest Hour

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Arithmetic Mean: 5.6
Weighted score: 5.0715218
Overall Rank: 6555
Posted: August 22, 2004 12:21 PM PDT; Last modified: August 22, 2004 12:21 PM PDT
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[0] Stephen Robins @ 213.146.148.199 | 23-Aug-04/5:52 AM | Reply
You have ripped this off the errant rantings of a tramp on a soapbox at Hyde Park Corner. He had one more listner than the vote I have just awarded you.
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