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witch's bliss (Free verse) by crin she hunts the night
through star-filled skies
tempting devils
and killing little white lies
she wears all the angels
as good luck charms
she stones the moon
and gathers up the pieces in her arms
inside the eclipse
she conceals all her gifts
all her most cherished possessions
lie on her lips
living dangerously
and stealing bliss
she holds all of heaven
and gives it away in her kiss
Up the ladder:
Oh mother, thou art stoned!
Down the ladder:
Night Photograph
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 5.9
Posted: September 15, 2002 6:34 PM PDT; Last modified: September 15, 2002 6:34 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.45 Overall Rank: 2911 Comments:
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horus8 @ 24.126.113.154
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15-Sep-02/6:53 PM
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puppy chow. help your puppy live a healthier life. then take him for long walks in china town.
You are on a roll of goof poetry tonight. Keep it up! I laughed all the way through!
I like it although something about the first two lines in the last stanza don't sound right to me. I give it a 7.
'Killing little white lies...' I like that.
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