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Frustration (Limerick) by DewDrop Every time I try to write
My brain spews out another sight
Of nauseating fayre:
Love I've found and lovers lost
Life and death, what war has cost
The futility of prayer
Disturbed by chains that bind my mind
What inspiration can I find
To dance upon a page
I've reached a point
Cannot anoint
Salvation from this rage!
Up the ladder:
Behind Closed Doors
Down the ladder:
My seed of life
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Posted: January 7, 2003 8:47 AM PST; Last modified: January 7, 2003 8:47 AM PSTWeighted score: 5.1174397 Overall Rank: 5974 Comments:
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Caducus @ 62.105.88.10
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7-Jan-03/8:54 AM
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Intelligently written, I must say the last stanza is the icing on a cake of frustration
I like this a lot, but I think you may have misclassified it as a limerick.
HES RIGHT ITS NOT A LIMERICK.
ALSO DITTO I LIKE IT TOO
dona matter what eet ees. eees goot.
then scab.
i like this poem.
This is a limerick? I must be chinese.
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