Poemranker [Poem: Likeness] [by MacFrantic] Thu Nov 21 06:20:03 PST 2024

Around here the people have your eyes And your deathly glare And they all look at me Through me I'm sure of it I walk the streets with a downcast smile Let your hands reach for me And abhor your pretty fingers I wish you were--

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Up the ladder: Jenny

Down the ladder: Half Hearted

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Arithmetic Mean: 6.2
Weighted score: 5.1430435
Overall Rank: 5438

Posted: March 17, 2006 11:58 PM PST; Last modified: March 17, 2006 11:58 PM PST
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Comments:

[8] Ranger @ 62.252.32.15 | 18-Mar-06/5:06 AM | Reply

'Tis the season to be jolly...oh, wait.
Good ending!

[8] ElmoBeavisButthead @ 64.12.116.14 | 19-Mar-06/5:19 AM | Reply

The poem was short but nice. The title I think should be renamed though..Other than that good job.

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