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id (Free verse) by FreeFormFixation she allowed me to paint
vulgar words across her stomach in
lipstick.
and it all started innocently enough.
i really just wanted to write something
backwards,
so when she looked in the mirror
it could stare back clearly.
But
She insisted,
and persisted in her pleas
that i lighten up and do it already.
So i lifted up her shirt and began to write
"fuck 'o the irish"
but it ended up looking more like
"ficho otherish"
Up the ladder:
That Love
Down the ladder:
Hugo
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Posted: March 27, 2005 12:13 PM PST; Last modified: March 27, 2005 12:13 PM PSTWeighted score: 4.7615943 Overall Rank: 11680 Comments:
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Dovina @ 12.72.8.157
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28-Mar-05/4:59 PM
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You've got a good idea for a poem here, but it appears following too closely to the truth of the event. To tell the truth, you have to lie sometimes. To relate a thing, you have to change it.
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FreeFormFixation @ 68.77.118.134
> Dovina
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1-Jul-05/1:15 AM
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i made it all up
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