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Mother (Free verse) by Jeremi B. Handrinos You made me out of
Wood and dirt, air and fire
Then turned me into
An endangered tiger
And as Oedipus and
Achilles, both will agree
You sucked the soul
Through the heart of me.
And somehow, now, it makes perfect sense
Letting go of my future, in the past tense.
Up the ladder:
Under Trees
Down the ladder:
Addicted
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Posted: May 3, 2005 2:29 PM PDT; Last modified: May 10, 2005 11:23 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.6915636 Overall Rank: 1985 Comments:
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SupremeDreamer @ 66.2.5.40
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16-May-05/4:27 PM
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It has been awhile since last I read your work or even checked the ranker, and it looks like your style has evolved/changed quite a bit.
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