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Wretch (Free verse) by MacFrantic The letter I dread is the word of the dead
Poisonous echoes will ring through my head
A fool digs the earth with a spade of wood
His hands are soiled but his heart is good
O my Lord what is this poor soul forsaken?
He dwells in the earth his spade has taken
Up the ladder:
Meters of my destiny
Down the ladder:
The Fear of Being and will not be forever
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Posted: November 28, 2006 1:38 AM PST; Last modified: November 28, 2006 1:38 AM PSTWeighted score: 4.8013287 Overall Rank: 11178 Comments:
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Dovina @ 70.38.78.229
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28-Nov-06/8:47 PM
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Pretty neat, making all the lines of the same number of characters. And it has a good point to boot. Nice.
Yopu either need to masturbate into a woman or get trapped in one, either way this is utter village .
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