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An Ode to Things Which Moves Us (Ode) by Nepanthe O Heady melody,
release my viral nature.
Notes to keys in my body,
and succumb to corporature.
O rhapsody!
You are a golden curvature;
Bringing flowers to staminody,
and babies by our triture.
Drawing a G-clef to disembody-
feelings with masterful facture.
Fine tune this sick lady,
with your seed to lincture.
Notes to keys in my body,
and succumb to corporature.
Up the ladder:
Come Winter, I say!
Down the ladder:
Reasons
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Posted: February 20, 2008 6:37 PM PST; Last modified: February 20, 2008 6:37 PM PSTWeighted score: 5.0474257 Overall Rank: 6939 326 view(s)
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