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THE WHEELCHAIR (Free verse) by Garrett S Sexton Shiney,new,and decent.I took it for a whizz.
A rum tum full of fun,but.I wish.I had my legs!
Up the ladder:
Pain
Down the ladder:
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Posted: February 17, 2003 2:36 PM PST; Last modified: February 17, 2003 2:36 PM PSTWeighted score: 4.7854347 Overall Rank: 11301 Comments:
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17-Feb-03/2:41 PM
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Duelling wheelchairs?
Garret, your irascibility is not a good side effect to dwell within when one is traversing the often booby trapped road to recovery and normality.
Hes trying to get normal? What the hell for?
You love my talent.
you whizzed on your legs?
No, apparently he dragged himself outside so the "Wheeled chair" could take a whiz. on his legs.
Here's an interesting question for you, Garrett S Sexton: Do disableds have feelings? Or are they just soulless slabs of jellied meat with wheels attached?
The answer is in the poem you thickie. Now listen - noone cares about what your family have done. Poetry comes from within - it's not hereditary and you are very obnoxious to think that people enjoy your poetry. You haven't even got the decency or the nails to give yourself an original pseudonym. The closest you will get to be a true poet is to die young tragically. There is something for you to achieve. But my little angel, other than that, smell you later. Ha ha. (ps only joking)
I hate you now.
yarg. i hate you now as well.
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