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:) (Free verse) by Moniquesuvee 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.
Up the ladder:
Longing
Down the ladder:
good-bye kansas city: meditation #1
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 2.7777777
Posted: September 7, 2003 2:16 PM PDT; Last modified: September 7, 2003 2:16 PM PDTWeighted score: 3.8888888 Overall Rank: 13452 Comments:
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?-Dave_Mysterious-? @ 195.92.67.70
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7-Sep-03/2:29 PM
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How dare you soil my name with this filth!
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.
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*
So, did you get him?
he got her
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