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The Call (Free verse) by Skamper The symbol of chaos
stops its random spin
forcing just one arrow
deep within
each studied tick
a cadence
it begins -
my spiteful nose
shall bleed the space
once dreams have
taken second place
I set my tongue to talk back
Up the ladder:
A Father's Day Late
Down the ladder:
Oh Verrazano
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Posted: June 10, 2007 2:00 AM PDT; Last modified: June 10, 2007 2:00 AM PDTWeighted score: 4.928861 Overall Rank: 9181 Comments:
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Dovina @ 204.8.187.74
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11-Jun-07/2:42 PM
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I don't get it.
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Skamper @ 202.6.128.23
> Dovina
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11-Jun-07/4:28 PM
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*shrugs* that's ok...purposely making a bad decision, when forced.
are you watching wheel of fortune of something? or maybe this is "the big wheel" on the price is right?
dunno, it is a bit vague. a bit more power maybe in some of the action would help bring out the meaning or intensity of being forced into a decision you do not agree with. i think this has some potential. 206 view(s)
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