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The Kid (Free verse) by Bobjim
The Kid put on his mackintosh, And fiddled with the belt. "It's not the way it used to be," He said, and if you'll pardon me, I do believe he told the truth, Because that macky smelt. The Kid put on his Homburg (black), And worried at the brim, "This isn't mine it's poorly made," He said, and in the Homburg's shade, The grass came up between his toes And one day covered him. The Kid went back to Birmingham To see his family. But they had gone without a trace. They'd vanished into outer space. Which goes to show you what can happen. Dum-de-dum-de-de.

Up the ladder: SEASON OF WINTER
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Arithmetic Mean: 4.1666665
Weighted score: 4.7758822
Overall Rank: 11326
Posted: October 18, 2003 11:01 AM PDT; Last modified: October 18, 2003 11:01 AM PDT
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[10] horus8 @ | 18-Oct-03/1:42 PM | Reply
Hip and Exciting like MTV pudding snacks. Sellout.
[8] kingit @ | 20-Oct-03/12:42 AM | Reply
a flaccid kicker, butt, otherwise good
[n/a] deleted user @ | 20-Mar-08/4:18 AM | Reply
This poem was written by Robert Rankin. You've just copied it you fraud
[0] deleted user @ | 20-Mar-08/5:42 AM | Reply
You have stolen this poem from Robert Rankin and attempted to pass it off as your own work.

[n/a] deleted user @ | 25-Mar-08/8:01 PM | Reply
Once I wrote a poem, it was rubbish, but I gave up, and didn't steal someone elses. Pity you didn't do the same.
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