Poemranker [Poem: cake] [by roses are read] Thu Nov 21 14:45:08 PST 2024

playing with my barbies... getting dirt in my dry swim suit. foot/foot; hand/hand; foot/foot. i leave cartwheel prints in the sand: the frosting on your cake. the buttercream roses are. suffocating me as i fall, so i dress myself in them, and hide under the bride's skirt. the frosting stains my skin sweet.

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Arithmetic Mean: 5.2
Weighted score: 5.1
Overall Rank: 6057

Posted: July 4, 2002 9:24 PM PDT; Last modified: July 4, 2002 9:24 PM PDT
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[9] horus8 @ 24.126.113.154 | 14-Jul-02/6:30 PM | Reply

There's Mcdonald's drive thru writing and then there's this.
You have a way. distinct

[n/a] roses are read @ | 21-Jul-02/7:54 PM | Reply

thanks!

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