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Al-Qaida Blues (Free verse) by Bluemonkey This is the teenage angst
that Iâve had
since I turned twenty.
This is the casual lament
for you
and your absolute righteousness.
This is my finest hour
at the end
of our endless days.
Up the ladder:
Brand-new Blue Book Jacket
Down the ladder:
The Drop
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 4.3333335
Posted: July 11, 2005 11:26 AM PDT; Last modified: July 11, 2005 11:26 AM PDTWeighted score: 4.820706 Overall Rank: 10926 Comments:
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Dovina @ 69.175.32.185
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11-Jul-05/11:47 AM
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Who can say what they feel? I think this might sum it up as well as any. Might want to capitalize You.
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Bluemonkey @ 170.141.68.99
> Dovina
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11-Jul-05/11:50 AM
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What who feels?
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Bluemonkey @ 170.141.68.99
> Bluemonkey
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11-Jul-05/11:50 AM
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and why would I capitalize 'you'?
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Dovina @ 69.175.32.185
> Bluemonkey
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11-Jul-05/11:51 AM
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I'm assuming that because of the title, you are talking about an Arab teen with explosives taped around his stomach.
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Bluemonkey @ 170.141.68.99
> Dovina
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11-Jul-05/11:52 AM
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Oh...no that's not what I was talking about but i guess I can see why you'd get that.
I decided to become the anti-cockphage, and vote 10 on every single poeme on the site.
But then I thought, no. I can't be arsed.
That would be not a good idea.
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