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Untitled (Free verse) by swift_enterprises It's a kind of dying
No passing fantasy
Antennae waving in the wet wind
Soaking up stuff it's not enough
To sustain life on this particular planet
Or is it bread alone
It's always alone
Up the ladder:
The toilet
Down the ladder:
stupid
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Posted: May 10, 2002 3:14 PM PDT; Last modified: May 10, 2002 3:14 PM PDTWeighted score: 4.1779227 Overall Rank: 13241 Comments:
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nentwined @ 66.92.183.34
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12-May-02/8:21 PM
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eh?
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