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sprung (Free verse) by <~>
singing with the morning under my wings strung up like some love junkie coming down i loose last night's lament ready myself to spring alift on the wings of others, innocents, incoherent and lost in the sorrow of an uncaged regret i leave her there, in the undone past

Up the ladder: Fallow
Down the ladder: husk [hai-crete]

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Arithmetic Mean: 9.0
Weighted score: 5.476812
Overall Rank: 2814
Posted: July 8, 2005 6:09 AM PDT; Last modified: July 8, 2005 6:09 AM PDT
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[8] Dovina @ 69.175.32.185 | 8-Jul-05/10:22 AM | Reply
"the sorrow of an uncaged regret" good line.
But to spring aloft on the wings of others with uncaged regrets seems counter to your theme, though quite poetic.
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