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~* ATHENA *~ is a recipient of the poemWanker award: I Dig a Ponytail by Doris & Oats (Free verse) by w~* ATHENA *~wfor appropriating other writers' work and otherwise plagiarising. Read with caution! Me, in plaid skirt, tights and mary janes
Him, long hair, playing pool and laughing..
I said hey, man, what's a nice girl like you
doing in a place like this?
He blew me a kiss and said
don't you miss..
I didn't.
I guess it was right that night.
i will never forget the thrill....
we sat in a wok on an icy hill
and rode to our deaths
or did we?
Up the ladder:
Aries, the God of war
Down the ladder:
By the way...
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 3.4285715
Posted: September 14, 2002 11:11 PM PDT; Last modified: September 14, 2002 11:11 PM PDTWeighted score: 3.8511937 Overall Rank: 13464 Comments:
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horus8 @ 24.126.113.154
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15-Sep-02/6:42 PM
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maybe lose the, "or did we"? or bend the title to fit a little less crypticly? it's almost emotionaly unavailable...sorta self serving and perhaps a bit unique, but only to you...because it serves no purpose to the reader other than confusion...even if it makes all the sense in the world to you. to another its a bit neither here nor there.
this is really good. i'm kinda confused, but that's ok, the poem has that feeling through out and it works. good job!t
did we, or didnt we? that is the question, whether tis noblier in the mind to sit in a wok on an icy hill or to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous misfortune
Plaid Skirts are so fucking tired. Zero.d
you start me off expecting more about plaid skirts, then you talk about other stuff. Boo! Boo-urns!
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