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The Voice of the Night (dedicated to Mr. PIG) (Free verse) by Sylvia Bravo
When dusk came down The grey assassin howled And vomitted the wool Of his meal of: sheep. Like the predator, I too consumed sheep--milk. Then I danced around and sang "Mee Mee Mee Meeeeeeeee" And then my hair became his next vomit.

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Arithmetic Mean: 7.0
Weighted score: 5.2384057
Overall Rank: 4026
Posted: February 18, 2003 2:10 AM PST; Last modified: February 18, 2003 2:10 AM PST
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[9] Mr Pig @ 62.105.88.10 | 18-Feb-03/4:22 AM | Reply
How charming my dear, thank you this is wonderful god bless you
[9] Shardik @ 24.126.113.154 | 18-Feb-03/2:12 PM | Reply
fresh.
[n/a] god'swife @ 209.179.212.172 | 22-Feb-03/2:37 PM | Reply
You should write a poem about a woman who is such a psycho telephone stalker, people have to change their home phone numbers to avoid the bitch. Never mind, you'd do a crappy job because you're a terrible writer, and an even worse human being.
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