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Oliver (Free verse) by Stephen Robins
Who will buy this beautiful morning? Such a sky you never did see, I've scratched my balls, finished yawning, And my erection's like an oak tree. My straining chief serves as a warning, To my heartfelt shouted plea: Who will tie it up with a ribbon And put it in a box for me?

Up the ladder: Moon and History
Down the ladder: Vain Moment

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Arithmetic Mean: 5.75
Weighted score: 5.089402
Overall Rank: 6241
Posted: March 22, 2007 9:02 AM PDT; Last modified: March 22, 2007 9:02 AM PDT
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[9] Ranger @ 81.103.124.179 | 22-Mar-07/1:35 PM | Reply
This is a work of sheer beauty, I intend to print it out and plaster it above my bed so that every morning I am reminded of the wond'rousness of life.
[7] Dovina @ 208.127.114.102 | 22-Mar-07/2:27 PM | Reply
If it were not for your straining chief, Oliver, this could move erotically into a second verse of laughingly intense intimacy.
[7] Skamper @ 202.6.132.194 | 23-Mar-07/9:12 PM | Reply
Self wrapping is easiest, less costly if you can grasp the ribbon with one hand and teeth...
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