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My Mornings were Filled with Nightmares and Pies (Free verse) by T. Jonathron Remp Raspberry hate
Molesting my plate
Can I escape
My blueberry fate
Nothing but lies
Nothing but pies
Sweet smelling clouds
Darken my skies
Marshmellow pain
Blackberry rain
Beaten to death
With a long sugar cane
These are the thoughts
These are the notions
Choking my throat
Like apple pie potions
Up the ladder:
Dying breed
Down the ladder:
enter, do. let up, let loose.
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Posted: July 28, 2005 11:23 AM PDT; Last modified: July 28, 2005 11:23 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.2980075 Overall Rank: 3706 The following users have marked this poem on their favorites list:
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zodiac @ 212.118.19.140
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29-Jul-05/4:18 AM
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"Sweet smelling clouds Darken my skies" is the best description of the men's tent at an Arab wedding I've ever read.
Wow...This is great -10-
Lindz14 319 view(s)
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