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Census (Free verse) by dragonfly I've heard it so many times
it's become embedded in my head,
rotating like a wheel.
Mom was right when she said
I'd never amount to much
and others agreed.
The census is in:
"He'll never succeed."
Up the ladder:
Tug of War
Down the ladder:
Pardon my lines
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Posted: August 16, 2003 10:45 PM PDT; Last modified: August 16, 2003 10:45 PM PDTWeighted score: 6.75 Overall Rank: 460 Comments:
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<{Baba^Yaga}> @ 24.126.113.154
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16-Aug-03/10:48 PM
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Maybe, like me, you're meant for a higher calling. Like for instance: Murder?
Hmmm I like the flow and message of this poem.
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