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On the Discovery of Bacchus and Lovely Clothespins (Free verse) by MacFrantic Dionysus, cruel father of wine
Whose horns ought be covered in vine
Hath stolen away
Both the night and the day
Leaving chaos and discord behind
In case you've not already found
That your odor is upmost unsound
We will stay far away
From your reeking bouquet
And make sure we don't spread it around
Up the ladder:
Spunkorpumpernipple
Down the ladder:
"She Phoned This Morning"
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Posted: October 7, 2004 11:47 AM PDT; Last modified: October 7, 2004 11:47 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.4610424 Overall Rank: 2892 Comments:
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MacFrantic @ 204.98.2.23
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7-Oct-04/1:26 PM
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This is my one hundreth poem on the site! Under three pseudonyms of course! Keep on keepin' on.
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