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The Day the Winter Muse Fighters of the World Came By (Free verse) by <~> Dammit!
They got my blue peter badge.
Dammit.
I'd have asked them to stay
for cocktails at the pool, but
they swooped in like a metaphor
and swiped my credentials.
Cleaned me out, and
left me bereft in endless summer.
Nothing to do but surf.
Or act like I'm surfing.
Damn.
Now, if only I could remember
if I dropped the soap
or the soap dropped me?
No, wait, the soap scooped me up!
What the fuck do I want with the
damn WMFW any way?
"Just sign here."
Fuck.
They can keep my blue peter.
I hear they know what to do with it.
Just call me lucky,
and go frame a diploma or something.
I gotta take a call.
Up the ladder:
Hunt
Down the ladder:
alone baby
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 6.5
Posted: December 25, 2002 10:01 PM PST; Last modified: December 25, 2002 10:07 PM PSTWeighted score: 5.4034123 Overall Rank: 3096 Comments:
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horus8 @ 24.126.113.154
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25-Dec-02/10:14 PM
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cheers. i can't give it a ten because of the sensitive nature of it 'all', but precise writing.e
This is crazed and funny. I don't know what a Winter Muse Fighter might look like, but they sound sneaky and unreliable.
I think the soap dropped me on my head as a child.
Not sure I understand whats going on here, but was very amused. 8
this is for horus/he has been known to act on soap. slippery business, that.
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