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Spotty Sun

Member since 2003 · Posted 26 Dec 2004 · 3 comments

The sun's so spotty Lemon faucets and Onions win the Golden-Spangled Action Game We call love the anti Drug and depressed Forgetting how to sin Love and fruitful is I smell babe and Ruth as my temptation I smell faith and Truth as my deception Crouching under the arms Of my couch, sofa, supreme Agents searching for an Answer is no where Who's that clue? He's in your direction Who's that estate? She's in your destination Casting spells and Queuing you into a Play over here with a Spotty sun, find shade

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[8] Bhaskaryya 27-Dec-04/9:16 PM Reply

I don't really follow it well. The weaving of words, though not overly complicated, seems a bit confusing.
Can't say I like it, neither do I hate it.

[n/a] Blindpoetry › Bhaskaryya 27-Dec-04/9:29 PM Reply

Trying not to sound like an overlord or some type of god that knows everything and/or knows how to make weird things - i made it choppy on purpose...becuase. it was fun and i sortof wanted to impact different kinds of subjects in each stanza.

Me explaining each stanza would sort of kill the poem, in my eyes.

blahblahblahblahbalh hope that helps i guess.
once again, blahablhablhablhablah

[8] Bhaskaryya › Blindpoetry 27-Dec-04/9:43 PM Reply

Blah Blah really helps. Now I understand the poem better. *Wish I could vote again*.

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