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Languageing (Free verse) by ==Doylum He creates images he does
in words what i don't know
in an order thats 10 to 2
he makes comparisons what
he calls similes and metaphors
cause the're similar
to 'is life
he makes things pretty as a picture
with colours what i could never use and
with shapes you've never seen
language
listen boy, he almost makes it talk
Up the ladder:
Baked Peach Cobbler Windowed
Down the ladder:
The disfigured BlackSmith is loved
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Posted: February 13, 2003 6:39 AM PST; Last modified: February 13, 2003 6:39 AM PSTWeighted score: 6.111111 Overall Rank: 1101 Comments:
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<~> @ 167.206.181.179
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13-Feb-03/8:07 AM
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how can ilisten when i am so caught up in looking at his face? he moves it.
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==Doylum @ 62.64.235.45
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13-Feb-03/1:25 PM
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Come again?
neato.
Chirpe... this will make me ponder the chirpensity of my soul while i'm shooting a coors light commercial in mammoth next week. thank you.
Chirpe as in cheep cheep?
No, no... chirpe as in that annoying fucking sound car alarms make. Chirpe as in the sound of a wounded cell phone stuck up my agent's ass. better?
Who me??? Or is this yet another poem about your penis??
did mother never say "it's not always about you darling"?
of course its about my cock you cock 311 view(s)
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