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Losing A Friend (Free verse) by venusdemilo
I remember the times we spent laughing at the stupid things we said. I remember listening to your problems And you asking for advice In a field I had no experience in. I remember the misunderstood words we exchanged And the last I remember was the feeling I had Knowing you were gone. We were no longer a we. The feeling i had knowing I could no longer call you a Friend.

Up the ladder: Withdrawal
Down the ladder: Thinkin!

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Arithmetic Mean: 4.6666665
Weighted score: 4.9103527
Overall Rank: 9638
Posted: July 29, 2002 8:42 PM PDT; Last modified: July 29, 2002 8:42 PM PDT
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[0] poetandknowit @ 67.40.59.237 | 23-Aug-02/8:57 PM | Reply
Call Hallmark!!! We have ourselves a gift writer of greeting card on this site. Read books not cards. (Sorry, Frass)
[n/a] ==Doylum @ 213.122.112.106 | 23-Aug-02/9:01 PM | Reply
oh your write like a hallmark card, oh you write like a hallmark card, oh you write like a hallmark card, oh you write like a hallmark card, oh you write like a hallmark card, oh you write like a hallmark card,oh you write like a hallmark card, oh you write like a hallmark card, oh you write like a hallmark card, oh you write like a hallmark card, Please pick on at random these put downs are all sure to please.
[0] poetandknowit @ 67.40.59.237 | 23-Aug-02/9:15 PM | Reply
What you cannot come up with your own shit to say. Fuck it, if you can call it what it is then what the point. What are you, some fucked up Englishman who tries to save every trite fucking wannabes feeling. Tell them to get some fucking skin. If you want to show your poetry, send out your poetry, or let people read your poetry, then you better expect someone to come along and say it is shit. Quit being a wuss. If this poem were good, I would have said so. And what I said was constructive. She can get a job paying her 40K a year to write this shit.
[n/a] <~> @ 24.44.185.41 | 23-Aug-02/9:18 PM | Reply
p&k, you're fired up tonight.
[n/a] ==Doylum @ 213.122.112.106 | 23-Aug-02/9:21 PM | Reply
Calm down tiger, you ripe my heart out. don't say such things. simply resort to calling me a hallmark card, its an fequently used insult on this site, i was simply providing a helpful cut and paste area, for the supernaturally talented and inspired to use. If it is of no use please feel free not to, use it that is, unless it is of, in which case do, feel free i mean
[n/a] <~> @ 24.44.185.41 | 23-Aug-02/9:24 PM | Reply
no extra charge tonight? feeling is free? damn. too bad yer over the pond...
[n/a] ==Doylum @ 213.122.112.106 | 23-Aug-02/9:24 PM | Reply
Yes the englishman retort. What a classic i simply don't know which way to turn, you have me their my good sirah (sorry zz i know that sirah is yours but i thougt in the spirt of sharing , ye know)
[0] poetandknowit @ 67.40.59.237 | 23-Aug-02/9:25 PM | Reply
Fine Venusdemillo: I am sorry for the cliched use of Hallmark. Somebody call Ambassador....I don't think they pay as much and they are in Cleveland, but then again, Hallmark is in KC Misery. And I am not fired up. Sometimes I love hearing myself swear. It is like verbal yoga. Do Re Mi fa so la FUCK!!! See I feel better.
[n/a] ==Doylum @ 213.122.112.106 | 23-Aug-02/9:30 PM | Reply
you can feel anytime, just so long as you don't squeeze. Bruised plums would not be an appropriate sweet.
[0] poetandknowit @ 67.40.59.237 | 23-Aug-02/9:31 PM | Reply
Jesus, will you guys just get a room already.
[n/a] <~> @ 24.44.185.41 | 23-Aug-02/9:34 PM | Reply
see p&k, yoa ARE fired up. did someone bruise you plums tonight? actually, there's an inn here in jolly olde CT that serves prune ice cream--a recipe from the 1700's. yum yum. another glass of wine, sirrahs?
[n/a] ==Doylum @ 213.122.112.106 | 23-Aug-02/9:39 PM | Reply
i don't want prunes, they make me runny, is my whine to be for a weaker vessel?
[n/a] ==Doylum @ 213.122.112.106 | 23-Aug-02/9:41 PM | Reply
or is the whine from a weaker vessel.
[n/a] <~> @ 24.44.185.41 | 23-Aug-02/9:45 PM | Reply
weak doth reak, and fowl is fare... (sorry, too much JRR this weak)
a vessel's worth is in its capacity, its void, D.
[n/a] ==Doylum @ 213.122.112.106 | 23-Aug-02/9:50 PM | Reply
That will be the prunes
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