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Eagledale Drive (Free verse) by klosterfobik
Just drove by 30th and Eagledale Drive. Can you believe Mr.Hickman's still alive? Can you believe the gray wind of used to be and winter? And just the other day - when I was nine on a yellow bike by Danberry Drive, running away with skinned knees and innocence. In 79 I knew the beauty of suntanned now - the simple perfect of hazel eyes. The great mystery of railroad tracks - the apocalypse dusk. And I'd run back home through the Brown's backyard, back home to my childhood god, to the cluttered heaven of then, with dirty hands and surety.

Up the ladder: Castaway
Down the ladder: moving away

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Arithmetic Mean: 5.5
Weighted score: 5.134471
Overall Rank: 5589
Posted: August 24, 2004 5:09 PM PDT; Last modified: September 30, 2004 12:35 PM PDT
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[8] Dovina @ 24.52.157.176 | 24-Aug-04/5:34 PM | Reply
A nostalgic neighborhood tour with lots of questions for one not acquainted with yours. Mine is very clear too.
[n/a] klosterfobik @ 152.163.253.39 > Dovina | 25-Aug-04/9:16 PM | Reply
I know,I thought they were all kind of the same though - just different names and places?
[8] nentwined @ 66.92.28.14 | 27-Aug-04/2:54 PM | Reply
very evocative, though I find I want to know more how you were lost. Is it just the time?

I like the line "Can you believe the gray wind of used to be and winter?"

"simple perfect" -> "simple perfection"? Or are you making a grammatical pun of some sort that I'm failing to get?
[n/a] klosterfobik @ 205.188.117.6 > nentwined | 28-Aug-04/7:39 PM | Reply
Just a grammatical pun - thought it rolled of the tongue quite well.My Grandma's name was Hazel - she was my childhood god.
She loved me so much but I kind of drifted from her.She died before I could tell her how much I cared about her.I did'nt lose
her - she lost me when I ran away.All my fault....that's why I'm sorry.
[0] Bachus @ 24.130.62.102 | 11-Sep-04/5:36 PM | Reply
you
[0] horus8 @ 24.130.62.63 | 14-Sep-04/11:45 PM | Reply
Let it rain!
[0] Shardik @ 24.130.62.63 | 15-Sep-04/11:33 AM | Reply
From
[0] <{Baba^Yaga}> @ 24.130.62.63 | 15-Sep-04/2:34 PM | Reply
Craparoni soufle
[10] deleted user @ 172.145.75.64 > <{Baba^Yaga}> | 17-Sep-04/7:24 PM | Reply
Jeremi Handjob - you're such an infant!
[n/a] klosterfobik @ 152.163.101.7 > <{Baba^Yaga}> | 18-Sep-04/7:54 PM | Reply
Jerry-was-me - you know what's funny?
Time will tell!
Far past this sad little site!
[n/a] klosterfobik @ 152.163.101.7 > klosterfobik | 18-Sep-04/7:56 PM | Reply
That's what's funny.
[0] horus8 @ 24.130.62.63 | 30-Sep-04/3:44 PM | Reply
A laquered quail in pose.
[9] INTRANSIT @ 64.12.116.70 | 1-Oct-04/6:26 AM | Reply
And someone has the gall to slap you with a one? Ha on them.
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