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Big fanny (Free verse) by keatsImnot Oh shabby rose you loll your weary head
Two days you bloomed in ernest and stood proud
But now your perfumes gone your petals dead
Your blackening leaves hand limply as your shroud
For weeks the bees came calling to your bed
And kissed your virgin petals with dersire
And with a maidens blush your cheeks shone red
Effulgent with intense etheral fire
But now your suiter call on you no more
Your beauty gone your pollen sucked and dry
And you are left alone bereft and poor
As I am left alone to wonder why?
Up the ladder:
earshot
Down the ladder:
The Landscape
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Posted: October 1, 2004 12:09 AM PDT; Last modified: October 1, 2004 12:09 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.0794687 Overall Rank: 6448 Comments:
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Dovina @ 204.250.12.246
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4-Oct-04/5:37 AM
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Some good thoughts here, some bad grammar. I don't like the title. Either that or I did not get the connection.
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