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the end of the world, c'est soir (Free verse) by Bill Z Bub wh
whr
war
war am i
where am i
theres too much time
theres too much time
too much time
where am i
theres too much time
too much time
where am i
where am i
where ami
too much time
too much time
much time
much tine
machine
machine
machine
machine
machine
machine
machine
n
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Up the ladder:
Rock and Roll
Down the ladder:
nothing to say
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Posted: March 5, 2009 1:44 PM PST; Last modified: March 5, 2009 1:44 PM PSTWeighted score: 5.3178744 Overall Rank: 3512 The following users have marked this poem on their favorites list:
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Bill Z Bub @ 99.239.12.102
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5-Mar-09/5:56 PM
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this one is pure automatic. Hrm.
hah, that's great. well, I mean, not Great, but I like what you did, sir, I do. I like what you did with that, and did not see it coming. Half-way through I was going to comment that I've written stuff far too similar to this (as part of a longer short-story), but I like what you did. :)
Robotic spasms! Tsk. Seven.
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