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Just for Show (Suicide revised) (Free verse) by sliver Smothered in standard white sheets,
Silenced by the voices
Of people he wanted to meet.
Shutting out the noises
On a quiet country lane,
Far away from everything
So no one heard the bang.
No, it wasn't his greatest feat,
But when it came to making recompense,
He found ways to go too far.
If you really want to know,
It required absolute silence.
A jar of pickles.
And an absurd amount of whiskey.
P.S. The pickles were just for show.
Up the ladder:
Poets are dead!
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Controlled Euthanasia
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Posted: December 18, 2005 11:57 PM PST; Last modified: December 23, 2005 12:56 AM PSTWeighted score: 5.0397344 Overall Rank: 7154 Comments:
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amanda_dcosta @ 202.83.45.117
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19-Dec-05/6:16 AM
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spiritually speaking u have it dead right.
Proof that you don't have to use 50-syllable words to write a good poem. Reminds me of an old George Jones song... Yabbadabba Doo! The King is gone and so are you..." -10-
Old fashioned girls are fun.
I don't see why absolute silence is required, unless the absurd amount of whiskey is a very small amount.
Does you get my point better now?
Well written--I like sound of it when read aloud.
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