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Supposition Now (Free verse) by MacFrantic
I'll await the rate of invasion, To spray a magnet fantastic. Will, and in the event of illness, kill. Cope with me dear, I am changed in all manner. For sweet creation I collide. Apt, profound Jason in stars. Newborn savoir-faire trips politely. Uncanny Westerlies, and in each a trist. Play the bad man, sir, When disrespect unmakes you. Surely hereafter is appealing.

Up the ladder: Plague, anyone?
Down the ladder: LOVES ME NOT~NOBM

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Arithmetic Mean: 0.5
Weighted score: 4.7865834
Overall Rank: 11259
Posted: May 14, 2006 8:47 PM PDT; Last modified: May 14, 2006 8:47 PM PDT
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Comments:
[n/a] Niphredil @ 132.69.238.35 | 16-May-06/4:57 AM | Reply
I don't get it. Written beautifully and all, but... what? Clarification would be welcome.
[1] Edna Sweetlove @ 85.210.184.228 | 16-May-06/12:37 PM | Reply
Pretentious I feel. Tryst is mis-spelled too.
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