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We can all be free with our legs (Free verse) by daggatolar
We can all be free with our legs How free can we walk If we do not open up our legs So be free! My worry is not the earth Tripping round is good for the legs What you would find out there Is not a stranger from outter space Neither do i worry about your flesh In the open wild of the wind The damage the rain can on you Water into your bone And leave you out Not to be you Oh no! You are no footmat The closed door of your footpath Drains out all my strength to live I claw into my memeory And cannot find anything rich To compare to your presence And I cannot hate freedom For how then can I hope To open my own legs again

Up the ladder: Reduction
Down the ladder: uh..huh..

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Arithmetic Mean: 5.0
Weighted score: 5.0
Overall Rank: 8079
Posted: July 1, 2008 10:44 AM PDT; Last modified: July 1, 2008 10:44 AM PDT
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[6] nentwined @ 98.148.150.246 | 2-Jul-08/2:37 AM | Reply
strange. but I still don't know if I want you to go around with your legs open. what happened to good old crawling around with nothing but your arms as motive force?
[4] SupremeDreamer @ 68.123.141.188 | 9-Jul-08/10:40 PM | Reply
It is never pleasant for a prostitute to open her legs when she is not wearing panties and has forgotten to douche and annoint with scented oil the rotten twat she possesses.

While this poem was atleast mildy amusing? I was left wondering if you ever experienced having to rely on your legs to get from point a to point b... You certainly never got caught in the rain with a ripped tent and no deserted spot of dirt to rest your wearied body upon... You never beheld this "freedom" you speak about. This product? Is jismatic illusions sprouted from a weak imagination.

But... it atleast was amusing. Blessed with a four.
[n/a] Ranger @ 81.158.152.41 > SupremeDreamer | 21-Jul-08/3:26 AM | Reply
Are you really a hobo?
[4] SupremeDreamer @ 76.254.27.93 > Ranger | 27-Jul-08/12:23 AM | Reply
Not anymore. But yes, I had actually lived on the streets, even traveled with nothing but my backpack.
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