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Eagledale Drive (Free verse) by matt door
Just drove by, 30th and Eagledale Drive; Can you believe Mr. Hickman's still alive? Believe this new gray wind of used to be and winter? Just the other day, I was nine - on a yellow bike by Danberry Drive, riding away with skinned knees and innocence. Back then I knew the suntanned beauty of now; the simple perfect of hazel eyes - the great mystery of railroad tracks, the apocalypse of dusk. I'd run back home through the Brown's backyard, home to my childhood god, to the cluttered heaven of then, with dirty hands and surety.

Up the ladder: carnivalesque
Down the ladder: Beneath The Undertow

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Arithmetic Mean: 6.0
Weighted score: 5.119203
Overall Rank: 5826
Posted: March 6, 2006 9:26 PM PST; Last modified: March 6, 2006 9:26 PM PST
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[8] Ranger @ 62.252.32.15 | 7-Mar-06/4:13 AM | Reply
Nice!
[9] ecargo @ 167.219.88.140 | 7-Mar-06/7:43 AM | Reply
Nice--I really like the time jumping, the details: the "dirty hands and surety" and the "cluttered heaven of then."
[7] SupremeDreamer @ 130.65.109.104 | 7-Mar-06/9:06 AM | Reply
Oh! The nostalgia. Written well, but doesn't really tickle my fancy man... sorry.

Anyways, here's a seven.
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