Poemranker [Poem: save] [by calliope] Thu Nov 21 16:30:41 PST 2024

break open the stable doors, trip over the oven, let out the uncooked animals before the butcher shows up. it's time to share freedom with our brethren, let them explore the world without the fear of death always hanging one breath away dangling.

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Up the ladder: the birds are still here

Down the ladder: Cool car!!

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Arithmetic Mean: 4.8
Weighted score: 4.9761596
Overall Rank: 8372

Posted: September 13, 2004 9:58 AM PDT; Last modified: September 13, 2004 9:58 AM PDT
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[5] daggatolar @ 212.247.106.51 | 13-Sep-04/11:09 AM | Reply

Unfortunately, the "uncooked" beef is in wait for the fire. The butcher deed is done already.... if only our love can become love beyond the self then maybe freedom can grow to mean something in us for others.
Good poem can only fit in a world transformed free from strive and competition

[7] Prince of Void @ 217.218.131.145 | 13-Sep-04/11:15 AM | Reply

a nice poem

[5] LintyWeenis @ 152.163.101.10 | 13-Sep-04/7:41 PM | Reply

Eh, I'm a meat-eater, what can I say?

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