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the way things are goin' (Free verse) by irishfolksuicide Dry lands day, so fast, the shadows trickle.
Masked to a single; the bull moo and blue sky.
All cracked skulls buried a single sheet deep.
Cracked glasses seep, and pigs new-born fry.
Up the ladder:
reflexion - dayspring to dusk
Down the ladder:
8/29
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Posted: October 2, 2003 7:34 AM PDT; Last modified: October 2, 2003 7:34 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.1680884 Overall Rank: 4979 Comments:
bull moo- seems a bit comical. good thought provoker.
Skill.
liked the "bull moo." Maybe use another word instead of "cracked" twice
short and sweet
I like the last line a lot, but 'bull-mo- just sounds wrong - I think you want something a little more guttural, less weak.
lol funny
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It is reckoned ten leaps, to let a long drag