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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:
Tweenager, they're called now.
Down the ladder:
The Hindu Kush
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Posted: July 1, 2008 10:44 AM PDT; Last modified: July 1, 2008 10:44 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.0 Overall Rank: 8019 Comments:
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nentwined @ 98.148.150.246
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2-Jul-08/2:37 AM
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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?
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.
Are you really a hobo?
Not anymore. But yes, I had actually lived on the streets, even traveled with nothing but my backpack.
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