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Count the Days (Free verse) by longships Crouch down behind four walls,
Refuge from the outside world.
Electrical gadgets my only company,
Safe in the place I call home.
Images stare from a box in the corner,
My eyes the only things awake to its story.
Alone in my bedsit,
I snuggle close to the fire,
And count the days unending.
Up the ladder:
Homeland Security
Down the ladder:
Waiting For The Light To Change
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Posted: October 22, 2005 1:59 PM PDT; Last modified: October 22, 2005 1:59 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.029801 Overall Rank: 7338 Comments:
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zodiac @ 217.144.7.195
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23-Oct-05/5:04 AM
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Yeah, and I've got news for you: being a poet doesn't get you laid like it used to, when Wordsworth and Coleridge could get non-scaggy college girls whenever they wanted without waiting or foreplay.
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