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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:
union with the eternal love
Down the ladder:
Hands
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Posted: May 14, 2006 8:47 PM PDT; Last modified: May 14, 2006 8:47 PM PDTWeighted score: 4.7865834 Overall Rank: 11268 Comments:
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Niphredil @ 132.69.238.35
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16-May-06/4:57 AM
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I don't get it. Written beautifully and all, but... what? Clarification would be welcome.
Pretentious I feel. Tryst is mis-spelled too.
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