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Poetry is where you find it (Free verse) by INTRANSIT My index finger makes little circles
winding
winding
then I switch hands
gently thrusting the belly forward
and for a short time
the un-knotting rubber band
powers the balsa plane aloft.
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Posted: October 28, 2005 3:48 PM PDT; Last modified: October 28, 2005 3:48 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.0397344 Overall Rank: 7094 Comments:
I like it. I don't know why you switch hands.
You will recieve, this Christmas, from Dovina:
A new set of Sawzall blades.
Ace.
It's not very sporting of you to turn the subject of the conversation away from your poem before we get the chance to.
Oh be quiet and mix the stuff. I wanna see if it explodes.
I'll mail it to you and let you know.
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A cat-o-nine tails, Some kind of fastening device-fuzzy velcro-, possibly just rope, and a ball gag.