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Looking for someone (Free verse) by INTRANSIT I want to share my Buffalo nickels
and toothpaste
build underground billboards with you
Pull the cord
when you
get
hit
by
rain
Be the golden catfish on my arm!
We'll take back things we haven't bought
and look for all our lost pens.
If you promise not to steal the white van
we can practice medicine
cure snakebite.
Just
sign my back.
I'm ready again
for Intercontinental beer
and buffalo wings.
Up the ladder:
Boxes
Down the ladder:
My Secret
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Posted: August 17, 2005 3:10 PM PDT; Last modified: August 18, 2005 11:26 AM PDTWeighted score: 4.976287 Overall Rank: 8270 Comments:
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Dovina @ 69.175.32.104
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18-Aug-05/10:24 AM
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How about simply, "A Letter To Anyone"? Or is it to someone? Must be to someone, because there must be some ones you would not want as golden catfish on you arms. I like looking for all our lost pens.
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INTRANSIT @ 64.12.116.138
> Dovina
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18-Aug-05/11:28 AM
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yah. I really wanted this to have more but it came on strong and then petered out on me I hate it when that happens.
sounds like me when I think in my car...with no pen...and a poem in my thoughts...lol :) Bethy
Somewhere in a trailer along the backroads of West Virginia a woman eagerly awaits to hear these very words.
He needs better directions. Perhaps the name of the hollar.
For the first time in a long time here at p/r, I'm hurt.
Serves me right for writing poetry. . . . .full stop
No, please don't stop. I'm sure you can find her. I'm only worried about those tight turns in the ruts of West Virginia and that some of your eighteen wheels could get stuck.
See "Amputee" it's basically this poems predecessor.
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