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my brother luckeypoo'2 (Free verse) by suprembeaner
Meet me at the radio active poo'lounge, Is your name cap. visiblecorninmypoo', He’s quite unlucky for I having the poo'blessed by a thousand fag monks, Here on his land. Staking the poo' through a vampires heart, Footsteps being detected by the poo' tracks. We may write poo'ems with poo', But care none of the art of poo' finger painting. He will foil my poo' and save it for later, Wanting to get better than poo' maybe write stole instead. Do you believe every poo' had love and good intentions?

Up the ladder: Invisible Poo
Down the ladder: In the Cold Waste

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Arithmetic Mean: 3.25
Weighted score: 4.7913947
Overall Rank: 11238
Posted: September 13, 2003 4:12 AM PDT; Last modified: September 13, 2003 3:49 PM PDT
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[n/a] horus8 @ 24.126.113.154 | 13-Sep-03/10:45 AM | Reply
Dear brother, in order to know poo one must seek the highest splash. Which would be Welsh or Australian and radioactive with talking corn. Not, I fear on poemranker. Now that Settles gone the shits turning mulch better. I just wish he would have atleast hung some christian republicans along with him for the benifit of toilet brushes everywhere.
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