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The Beginning (Free verse) by jessicazee The rain and the hail
the wet and the snow,
I think you always rode your bike in it.
Your red bike it got stolen
from the stopsign pole that morning,
my shag rug hole on Irving,
our first place,
you called in shoeless:
my one shoe is gone
and last night I fell in love
Up the ladder:
Yellow Leather Innards
Down the ladder:
The Deep End
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Posted: March 1, 2007 3:01 AM PST; Last modified: March 1, 2007 3:01 AM PSTWeighted score: 5.0397344 Overall Rank: 7060 Comments:
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Dovina @ 208.127.90.245
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2-Mar-07/8:55 PM
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It's sketchy, as if meant for some special person. I'd have to ask you to fill in the gaps before I could say much more.
I don't know why but I get it...I've been wearing a single shoe for 7 years...lol :) Bethy
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