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My Village (Other) by Jessina
Afar the madding crowd Atop the mossy hills so green Rest my tranquil village so proud Clad in a sheath of fog so sheen Where meandering streams flow placidly The sea green leaves of banyan tree rustling In tune with gentle breeze blowing In my ear still timbre its musical clings fervently Hallowed with cheerful dawns And soaring skylark’s twittering songs Of blooming buds and cooing doves Tis an enchanting paradise

Up the ladder: we will miss you papi
Down the ladder: A Frosty Fistful of Haiku

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Arithmetic Mean: 3.0
Weighted score: 4.905148
Overall Rank: 9763
Posted: July 2, 2008 4:50 AM PDT; Last modified: July 2, 2008 4:50 AM PDT
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[0] SupremeDreamer @ | 9-Jul-08/10:30 PM | Reply
AGAIN... What was the point to this imagery? dull and uncreative imagery, btw. What the fuck are you saying? Are you attempting to seduce us poets with cute juxtaposition of hallmark imagery resorted into stanza and rhyme?

I'm repulsed... please don't tell me you tried your best, even when I was pimpled and thirteen years old my crappy teen angst pennings had a point, an over-all message, no matter how worthless or dis-illusioned it was: IT WAS THERE... and for the most part discernable.

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