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Birth (Haiku) by DevilTmptrss mountain swollen high
ripe fruit clinging to the vine
wet flower blossoms
Up the ladder:
The Mistreatment of Ed Murray
Down the ladder:
wednesday night after church
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
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Posted: July 17, 2002 3:01 AM PDT; Last modified: July 17, 2002 3:01 AM PDTWeighted score: 4.899147 Overall Rank: 9871 Comments:
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horus8 @ 24.126.113.154
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17-Jul-02/7:17 PM
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I am the North wind. Be my Concubine. Oh, i've never felt so tempted, temporary, tempest, temple. Squeeze the lemon until the juice runs down my lege
Will you still love me when you're talented? No, you don't have to answer.
traditional and sweet. nicely done.
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