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discovery (Free verse) by skaskowski she pulled a stone from the bog, it seemed
some parable attached to a dream.
but the mud on her shoes was just as obtuse
as the rodent poison she kept in her flute.
Up the ladder:
A Fake Hollywood
Down the ladder:
Rooster Rape
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Posted: February 13, 2006 12:45 AM PST; Last modified: February 13, 2006 12:45 AM PSTWeighted score: 4.9761596 Overall Rank: 8357 Comments:
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Dovina @ 69.175.32.104
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13-Feb-06/1:44 PM
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unintelligible!
What's this? ACME (TM) Poem-o-matic? Input words and it spits out a "poem"? first line could lead to something interesting--but this ain't it.
Nonsensical, but isn't that the point of this poem? I quite like the imaginings here, but then again I would.
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