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the queue (Free verse) by Nimrod's son Here we stand
Going nowhere
7 in front
9 behind
waiting for the end
we wait
then we move
we wait
more movement
more waiting
finally we're there
anti-climax.
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Posted: July 26, 2002 2:02 PM PDT; Last modified: July 26, 2002 2:02 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.909091 Overall Rank: 1433 Comments:
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horus8 @ 24.126.113.154
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26-Jul-02/2:31 PM
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that's how i felt yesterday surfing the wedge. i wanted to drown the fuck out of myself, but i just wouldn't go down. do you go down G-man. drink newcastle allday twist fatties...hiyah...a
i undersatnd the poets frustrations
Like it, its almost like im there, queueing in a Mcdonalds waiting for that elusive cheeseburger...turns out to be soggy...
Ha ha. Life outloud brilliant. I like this one Nimrod.
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