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The Garden Island (Free verse) by Jeremi B. Handrinos
In an Oriental evening dress; You fix me a pineapple salad. While you are cutting, I notice that you have set the fruit's green crown off to the side of the counter. When I ask you "Why?", you smile a Mom's pearls, and tell me that if we plant it, a new pineapple will grow back in its place. Underneath the crown. Then you left me alone again for a spell, how long, I have forgotten now, but long enough for the ants to have completely carried the crown away. Thinking back... It might have been nice if we would have tried To grow anything together.

Up the ladder: I must be out of my mind
Down the ladder: drought on talkin river

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Arithmetic Mean: 8.666667
Weighted score: 6.8333335
Overall Rank: 410
Posted: July 6, 2003 6:31 PM PDT; Last modified: July 20, 2003 2:40 PM PDT
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[9] thepinkbunnyofdoom @ 24.209.21.223 | 6-Jul-03/8:25 PM | Reply
I love the Idea of Ants carrying some one completely off. -9-
It was just the pinapple top, my young crusader, but there are some ants in Africa that can do that, if you're sleeping or drunk, of course.
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