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Member since 2003 · Posted 7 Sep 2003 · 5 comments

I once met a guy named Dave Who I couldn't help but crave The feelings he set in me stirring (If I were a cat, I'd be purring) In the Stone Age, I'd crawl to your cave and beg you to take me as slave A wink was all that you gave It swept over me like a wave The tingling I felt down my spine Told me you had to be mine.

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[2] ?-Dave_Mysterious-? 7-Sep-03/2:29 PM Reply

How dare you soil my name with this filth!

[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 7-Sep-03/2:36 PM Reply

Congratulations. From the appalling title to the laughable use of "purring" to rhyme with "stirring", this has to be one of the worst poemes I have ever read.

[1] LuckyJoe 8-Sep-03/8:00 AM Reply

I'm thinking you needed to get away from the âaveâ its meant for cruising. This poem... well its a bruising on the eyes. I can rhyme. Look Iâm a poet and didnât know it maybe I should publish a book.

Yes my comment is as bad as the poem. *does a little dance*

[10] sliver 6-Nov-03/6:06 PM Reply

So, did you get him?

[6] tadpole › sliver 1-Jan-04/12:22 PM Reply

he got her