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School 61 (Free verse) by unnesessary Behind school 61
in that naive field of days flown by,
stands the carved trunk
with the names and hearts of Patricia Street.
On that forsaken high-grass lot still stands
the willow tree that shadowed
the love of wishes -
still casts the perfect shade of once.
Like a wide-eyed monument
protecting wishes -
And I'll wait for you in Bloomington
and miss you in between.
Up the ladder:
STIGMA / MUSEHEART
Down the ladder:
If We Lived
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 5.5
Posted: September 10, 2004 9:26 AM PDT; Last modified: September 10, 2004 9:26 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.365529 Overall Rank: 3277 Comments:
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deleted user @ 81.178.202.250
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11-Sep-04/1:59 PM
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Patricia street is needlessly ambiguous because it could be a person or a street.
Fuck you nigger
Whore us ate,are you really that half-witted?
Hm.
I should vote 1 in retaliation, butI rather like this.
Your right - sorry.
I just did'nt care for the whole Tennessee thing.
A well pinched and lubricated fuckberry traveling gingerly through a tic's colon.
Please suck me jeremy.
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