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The road to my Saturday (Free verse) by Enkidu The road to my Saturday is paved with foam
In the heat
Where the crosswalks mingle
I'll search for the road I can call my own
But it'll be damned
And wrought from pain
Wherever this road ends I will build my home
Up the ladder:
On Youth Revisited
Down the ladder:
Covet
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Posted: January 20, 2007 11:01 AM PST; Last modified: January 20, 2007 11:01 AM PSTWeighted score: 4.905148 Overall Rank: 9704 Comments:
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Dovina @ 75.82.85.162
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20-Jan-07/3:57 PM
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A pretty dismal prospect, this. And why be so sure the road is damned? Oh, they all are - ok. But what about Sunday? Really, this is quite unclear to me.
Quite clearly about being drunk in Miskin Street on a Saturday night.
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