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The man, the world (Free verse) by INTRANSIT A man, business man, hunter
who, sitting in his high hide
since he was born
now forty-four
and well sighted in on his prey
decides the best thing
he has ever done
in his life
he is doing right now.
He decides not to shoot the buck.
He then climbs down
from natures skyscraper
leans against the tree
and dies.
Up the ladder:
Brittanyy
Down the ladder:
Cutters Part II The Recut (Limerick Triplet)
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Posted: October 3, 2003 12:02 PM PDT; Last modified: October 3, 2003 12:02 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.235324 Overall Rank: 4199 Comments:
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Druid_Girl_1984 @ 209.214.109.91
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3-Oct-03/12:25 PM
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cool i like this poem. -8-
natures skyscraper...
I like this (even without the apostrophe) and I was digging the poem until if flopped over and turned melodramatic. K.I.S.S.
ahaaahhaahahahah, feezus that was ahoot. 9.
I think this is the best poem I've read on this yet to date. Honestly.
*yet = site
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