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ending (Haiku) by Limness I find the finite
scripted in red and hidden
in folded fortune
Up the ladder:
To Kiss
Down the ladder:
jay
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 6.0833335
Posted: October 16, 2002 1:21 PM PDT; Last modified: October 16, 2002 1:21 PM PDTWeighted score: 6.0760827 Overall Rank: 1163 Comments:
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god'swife @ 209.179.135.134
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16-Oct-02/2:18 PM
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I hate you because you're beautiful. P& K will be by later to tell you this is not a High-Coup, Hi-Coo. Hey Cool poem. You are totally bitchin'.
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poetandknowit @ 67.40.59.139
> god'swife
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16-Oct-02/2:47 PM
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I take great offense to this. I am the great defender of the haiku. Had you read any of my previous defenses you would know that and not make a comment such as this.
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god'swife @ 209.179.211.242
> poetandknowit
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16-Oct-02/5:05 PM
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I have read all your previous comments. You are the great offender, I mean defender, I mean trans-gender. E-mail sender. Drunken bender. Bike tire mender. Just kiddin' with ya hunny-buns. You are a tad anal when it comes to h'ay cooze. Domo aregato. Unstick the toddler.
Screw the damn fortune, gimme the cookie! 9 for your gentle opening of the baked flower.
nice.
I liked this. Almost like a Zen koan in its content and ambiguity.
This is great and I bestow an 8.
no shit.t
very nice. :)
must not have been hidden to well if you found it but nice as far as a Haiku goes so I give it a 9.
P.S. Add the words "in Bed" to all your fortunes cookie sayings and they take on a whole new meaning.
you will go on a long journey
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