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A good little poem (Free verse) by INTRANSIT In a time when thoughts
turn to Rye (bread)
and infommercial possibilities
One realizes
some things might have worked,
rye has always been rye,
yet the pickle is as fresh
and crisp
as ever.
Up the ladder:
The Old Boat
Down the ladder:
Happy birthday to myself
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Posted: March 20, 2005 4:02 PM PST; Last modified: March 27, 2005 12:48 PM PSTWeighted score: 5.0 Overall Rank: 7927 Comments:
good to hear you won't be needing that viagra regimen afterall.
I do hope that is not the only pickle playing in your mind.
Is it better with (yet)?
I'm not sure what it is; unfortunately, the delusional worldly web in my mind simply doesn't like it. I like pickles so you got one point for that. And, I like rye bread, so you got another for that. But, all I see here is you telling me that when you think of bread and infomercials, you also think of pessimism and things that didn't work so that you may appreciate the fresh pickle in your mouth.
If you wanted me to picture some random guy eating a pickle on rye, then good job. Peace, Sean
Ok my fellow wierdsconsinite, we're boxin'! If you're imagination fell that short, it's on you. E.P. got it. Well one angle anyway. Is it only pessimism? Are you sure. We'll have abrew whence I return.
i like this (though i dont eat pickles).......
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