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killer boredom butterfly (psychedelic) (Villanelle) by nentwined
there really wasn't much to do that day
purple humpback whale spore
my mind a butterfly, it fluttered away
daisies and petunias entered the fray
sad they'd voted for war
there really wasn't much to do that day
killer butterflies hunting the sway
but the sway was too poor
my mind a butterfly, it fluttered away
ants were marching in careful array
speaking haze a grey boar
there really wasn't much to do that day
some jabber awoke and started to pray
pins to pierce and chlorofor-
my mind a butterfly, it fluttered away
a whale of petunias, a story they say
story of pain and gore
there really wasn't much to do that day
my mind a butterfly, it fluttered away.
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Arithmetic Mean: 6.975
Weighted score: 6.9749103
Overall Rank: 114
Posted: December 17, 2002 7:06 AM PST; Last modified: December 17, 2002 7:06 AM PST
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