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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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Posted: February 18, 2003 2:10 AM PST; Last modified: February 18, 2003 2:10 AM PSTWeighted score: 5.2384057 Overall Rank: 4083 Comments:
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Mr Pig @ 62.105.88.10
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18-Feb-03/4:22 AM
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How charming my dear, thank you this is wonderful god bless you
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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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