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Third Period English (Other) by Sawa The girl across from us sits
With a shining stare.
Poetry from her lips spit,
Beady eyes aflare.
Words fly from her chubby jaw,
Falling to the ground;
Jutting teeth from gaping maw
Mangling the sound.
She stumbles and sprays as we
Grimace in dismay.
How could that hag turn beauty
Into sheer blase?
Up the ladder:
The lightest touch
Down the ladder:
in a singular way
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Posted: March 17, 2003 7:53 PM PST; Last modified: March 17, 2003 7:53 PM PSTWeighted score: 5.1430435 Overall Rank: 5364 Comments:
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Bachus @ 24.126.113.154
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18-Mar-03/1:00 AM
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Great.
without a second thought, that's how.
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