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The Greek Philosopher Poem; cutting wrists in the bathtub (Free verse) by cheese.doodles Curling out
A bright red vine
Fast growing, twining
Soon overgrown, choking the source
And filling the tub
Up the ladder:
That Moment
Down the ladder:
âIâll Drop You Off At The Next Cornerâ
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Posted: March 14, 2007 3:04 PM PDT; Last modified: March 14, 2007 3:04 PM PDTWeighted score: 4.910598 Overall Rank: 9601 Comments:
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<{Baba^Yaga}> @ 66.47.195.202
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14-Mar-07/3:52 PM
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your title is ass, but the poem was nice.
I cut my wrists as a philosopher. I used Occam's razor.
I don't really see choking as appropriate. Close to a neat metaphor here.
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