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A.M. (Free verse) by renwick How could I forget, Her or Her
For the language of love is also the
Language of torture
Staring at a rose bush as it slowly dies
Or a sparrow carrying a cigarette butt back
To use in building a nest
Pain lies in every passion
Although I'd love to
I cannot forget
Up the ladder:
Making Sense in Plain Living
Down the ladder:
A Short Message to You
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Posted: September 15, 2002 6:35 PM PDT; Last modified: September 15, 2002 9:57 PM PDTWeighted score: 4.8319116 Overall Rank: 10816 Comments:
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-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 81.86.113.159
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16-Sep-02/11:40 AM
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YES USING A CIGARETTE BUTT IN A POEME HOW POIGNANT. WHAT DOES IT SAY ABOUT OUR CULTURE AND URBAN LIFE?
ok. there's much to be considered adhearing to such a disaster of language. You sir, wear a cloak and spin nervously through the day to find the other twin that beckens your lousy name. Ciao, good day. 3
Have you seen Him?
Sir, this isn't username ranker.
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