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Settling In (Free verse) by jessicazee Janice. Robin. The lady with the driveway.
Her original pink toilet bowl
afloat on our Clarke Street snowbank,
my neighbor, high-waisted, I know her
now, tonight at the Polish Falcon,
we sang those Stevie Nicks songs,
the alley that we share we said
it's icy, the alley,
don't walk in it we both said
Up the ladder:
Nothing Broken, Nothing Saved
Down the ladder:
Flamingo's Stare
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Posted: March 10, 2007 3:09 AM PST; Last modified: March 10, 2007 3:09 AM PSTWeighted score: 5.0794687 Overall Rank: 6446 Comments:
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-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 63.212.164.106
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10-Mar-07/11:17 AM
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An unspeakably disappointing spoon coated in vicar discharge.
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Stephen Robins @ 213.146.148.199
> -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.
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14-Mar-07/10:05 AM
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A somewhat wobbly negro chin
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-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 63.212.164.106
> Stephen Robins
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14-Mar-07/4:15 PM
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A highly elderly arse
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Stephen Robins @ 213.146.148.199
> -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.
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15-Mar-07/1:49 AM
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A lamentably brief vicar nipple flash.
You rule.
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