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(The vinyards of Tuscany) (Free verse) by Patsy Little whinging crucifixes
who barbed you there?
former fascists fastened to the
wire,
victims of a grape
fire
carcasses upsidedown
nudging the sky like it was
ground
i can already taste what i hate.
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Posted: August 11, 2003 9:44 PM PDT; Last modified: August 11, 2003 9:44 PM PDTWeighted score: 6.1916666 Overall Rank: 993 Comments:
i "like".
Sounds almost like Rome after Nero
How come you were drinking grapefruit juice when Jesus was already on fire?
GRAPE, ha, I love it, will steal.
hmmm
wow. this is amazing!
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I like the lively use of language
'victims of a grape' sounds out of place though