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Left, Cold (Free verse) by Tibbs
In the dim dawn, anon, anon, I felt the sharp edge of morning's breadth In my heaving, in these lungs, And saw that frost had dried the ground grey Faux-fossilising footprints in the clay Hers were there, leading away.

Up the ladder: jane
Down the ladder: Hunt <3

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Arithmetic Mean: 5.5
Weighted score: 5.0596013
Overall Rank: 6663
Posted: December 2, 2002 1:47 PM PST; Last modified: December 2, 2002 1:47 PM PST
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[8] god'swife @ 209.178.176.43 | 2-Dec-02/1:55 PM | Reply
Now I'm sad. Good job. Is it 'breadth' or 'breath'? Strong ending.
[8] horus8 @ 24.126.113.154 | 2-Dec-02/3:01 PM | Reply
sounds like an ethiopian homonid dig...lucy's footprints.8.??
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