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Haiku № 47764

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Member since 2002 · Posted 23 Apr 2003 · 9 comments

she winks in yellow: the lion's tooth loosed, zealous, through her new green flesh.

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9 comments

[8] richa 23-Apr-03/10:15 AM Reply
I don't quite get its meaning,
still i don't care much for meaning
words are only an analog
this could mean a million things
all good
[n/a] god'swife › richa 23-Apr-03/4:09 PM Reply
My dearest richa,
I hope the comment left this morning under the guise of my user name did not offend you in anyway. Perhaps you have already noticed the subtle difference in our epithets, and the absolute difference in our styles, but just incase it escaped you, as it did me for few minutes, I am sending along this comment to underscore the facts.

NOTA BENE:

Beware the post-S apostrophed cognomen, it is a faded and jejune facsimile. I caution you and all other darlings to distinguish between the geniune article; the pre-S apostrophed wife of god, and this tasteless imposter. Pax vobiscum.

[n/a] -=SeTTle=- › god'swife 23-Apr-03/7:50 PM Reply
Settle doesn't love you like I do.
[9] Ranger › -=SeTTle=- 24-Apr-03/10:23 AM Reply
But surely Settle is The Man?
[9] Ranger 23-Apr-03/11:23 AM Reply
Hi z, it's nice to see you back-you haven't logged in for a few days from what I've seen. I was beginning to worry for you.
Love the poem...it's perfect for a haiku (which I suppose is useful!) 9 I think would be a fitting score.
[10] INTRANSIT 23-Apr-03/2:14 PM Reply
well.... so much for beer bottles.
[n/a] -=SeTTle=- 23-Apr-03/7:50 PM Reply
[9] knickytoy 24-Apr-03/7:44 AM Reply
Hi Z! How does your garden grow. I've been attacking those lions like crazy. Nice haiku.
[8] Mr Pig 20-May-03/1:12 PM Reply
Your the Queen of this form, I bow for your tap of the sword.