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Ichobod Racecar (Free verse) by T. Jonathron Remp Let's discuss for a minute
A future of noise,
Of banging and clanging and ridiculous Toys,
Let's discuss for a second a beautiful Crescent--
Moon shiver sliver on the tip of my finger,
Dolloping like the doves do(n't) on sour cream and whiskers.
Of a cylindrical mave, an enclave of onion dust:
A future where the river must cling to it's Gypsy heritage.
Or "Romani" as they call themselves. Please research more their
beautiful past.
Up the ladder:
MT. RUSH-MORE!
Down the ladder:
The Mystery of My Bobble Headed Doll
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 7.285714
Posted: September 11, 2004 5:48 PM PDT; Last modified: September 11, 2004 5:48 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.614723 Overall Rank: 2235 Comments:
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LintyWeenis @ 152.163.101.10
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11-Sep-04/5:52 PM
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It's the strangest thing, I can't help but read your stuff. It's not the best thing I've ever read, far from it, but I keep reading it. So bonus points there.
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T. Jonathron Remp @ 24.107.141.99
> LintyWeenis
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11-Sep-04/5:56 PM
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Thank you!
don't they call themselves the 'roma'? -9-
"it's" should be its
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