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The wonderful happy relationship between two wonderful and caring people (Free verse) by Dark Angle
Heather was a girl the kind that told you that she loved then she fucked your friends but only told you that she hugged well... Well i didnt mean it then when i told you i loved you so but i guess its to late now you'll never know oh and by the way did i mention i hate your guts you stupid bitch cunt god damn little slut when i think of all the times i spent thinking of you i just wanna fucking kick myself right in the god damned fucking head what a waste of space you take up on this earth if i could i just might burn you alive but all this doesnt matter and i dont really care because im over you now bitch REALLY I FUCKING AM!!! GOD DAMN FUCKING DAMMIT!!!

Up the ladder: A ballerina bubble bath
Down the ladder: I shot speed

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Arithmetic Mean: 7.1538463
Weighted score: 6.574588
Overall Rank: 628
Posted: September 30, 2002 12:39 AM PDT; Last modified: October 5, 2002 12:03 AM PDT
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Comments:
[1] Dariana @ 172.155.195.61 | 6-Oct-02/5:17 AM | Reply
Ridiculous!
[9] Bachus @ 24.126.117.82 | 26-Oct-02/9:49 AM | Reply
heathers have been known to do this..they also appear in quite a few of my 'pieces' of shite also. bitches. whores.junkies the lot of them. in fact in spoken word tromp..youthfullfountain..the evil wench in that is a heather..fucking whores!there there brother..together we will clad them in leather and ride there slimy gashes straight INTO HELL!!!!!HAHAHA. 9.
[9] -=SeTTle=- @ 140.186.47.45 | 27-Oct-02/12:04 AM | Reply
THIS POEM FUCKING ROCKS!
[8] felixthecat @ 213.122.140.192 | 28-Oct-02/4:01 PM | Reply
very very very funny. I've never laughed this much while reading a poem before. Not that I actually laughed 'out loud' this time either, but I did what I seem to do when I sit in a room by myself and then read something funny: which is to laugh visibly but silently, probably giving the impression that I'm trying to cough up a furball.
[10] horus8 @ 24.126.113.154 | 4-Dec-02/4:19 PM | Reply
finely crafted...like a deer antler pipe in the hand of a drueling lazy boy chaired drunk uncle.
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