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Concrete Wet Dreams In A Paper Sack (Free verse) by thelonefrobros
it's impossible to cut your fear like you cut your hair so just remember your blues as you lick the bottom of my shoes hurting myself on misplaced furniture i wonder if i'll ever find a cure to the giant sore on my eyebrow the medicine's not working now i have to cut down on my sodium so i can eventually cut down on immodium...ad can you hear the screaming, yellow o's? i will eat them, but that's how it goes

Down the ladder: PRAYER OF ECHOES

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Arithmetic Mean: 3.7692308
Weighted score: 3.7774682
Overall Rank: 13504
Posted: March 16, 2002 1:14 AM PST; Last modified: March 16, 2002 1:14 AM PST
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[2] nentwined @ | 16-Mar-02/1:21 AM | Reply
Ummmmmmmmm. ok....? I don't get it at all. Especially the giant sore on your eyebrow. How do the stanzas fit together?
[0]... anonymous @ | 12-May-02/4:54 PM | Reply
Two words: ca & ca
[2] shwenatjadeflower @ 68.12.149.5 | 12-Jul-02/2:00 AM | Reply
cut out the whole last stanza and.... nevermind the first stanza with more would be a good poem and the second one with more too, but none of the stanzas go together
[7] Mister Cakes @ 62.7.168.12 | 25-Jul-02/1:21 PM | Reply
decent poem this
[1] dilips_10 @ 203.200.6.98 | 20-Sep-02/10:31 AM | Reply
what r u telling???
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