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this tuesday morning (Concrete) by teacup The street shines with the winter rain
Each splashing puddle mocks my pain.
I want to dash out of this place
But I know I'm losing this race.
The sky scowls and I want to cry
In this bus stop I think I'll die.
Up the ladder:
Smells
Down the ladder:
THE HANDS OF THE CLOCK
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Posted: October 20, 2002 12:30 AM PDT; Last modified: October 20, 2002 12:30 AM PDTWeighted score: 4.834449 Overall Rank: 10731 Comments:
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INTRANSIT @ 152.163.188.228
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20-Oct-02/3:04 PM
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I like all three, but I'm a little confused about"fruit punch". How long does it take the sun to set in Oregon on I-5 in the summer?6
hey wow. this rhymes. IT MUST BE A POEME!!!!
Is it 'but I know' or 'because I know' Change the last line.
i think you have concrete confused with cement.???
mmm...i like this. images that i can relate too.
don't you hate standing at the bus stop in the rain?
here's an idea. go back inside, get a loan. buy a car. bohemian rhapsody..that's it nentwined i got it...freddy mercury! (not you tea cup, something i read earlier). yes MOMA MIA MOMA MIA MOMA MIA MAGNIFICO! (also:not this teasip [or whatever your damn name is] the song}.
A Concrete poem is a conglomeration of words (sometimes one word repeated over and over) whose overall shape is a key to the concept it presents. There are no truly agreed-upon conventions, but a natural elegance of arrangement is often striven for.
Sometimes the poem can be read in multiple directions from different starting points, depending on the shape of the form and the curiousity of the reader.
a little perdictable
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