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loose (Acrostic) by thetrev
There she is, swinging, Heels burning, an Eel stuck in a rectangle. There she is, burning, Radiant, nostrils flaring, And out of the lycra Peep her hands, a dash of white: an Egg yoke hurled, or a snowflake. A Zebra running without its stripes, or a dyed Eagle. “Eel Appeal” headlines would say or just Appeel. Perhaps. She down- Gles, clutching the rope, her skin Like slipping soap. Her Eastern blue scales are ripe: she Dives. An Inky line crossing the page, peppering blue before Eclipsing. Only, in the arena, a Sheet shivers with whiteness.

Up the ladder: who wansa do that?
Down the ladder: La Llamada del Cholo

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Arithmetic Mean: 10.0
Weighted score: 5.237129
Overall Rank: 4174
Posted: January 16, 2007 9:06 AM PST; Last modified: January 16, 2007 9:06 AM PST
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