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Tipspit (Free verse) by kingit Years of fear & terror sticken gravy-thicken tear in
errant beer that sickens sticks in ears of barren Baron
horror festers, severs bold endeavor leaven yeast of bock
a bevy... trickling,ticking talking walking to
my own ear drums all thumbs in sum, succumb to beer
& terror fear.
Up the ladder:
mothers
Down the ladder:
The Lincoln Half
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Posted: October 29, 2003 5:54 PM PST; Last modified: October 29, 2003 5:54 PM PSTWeighted score: 4.9284782 Overall Rank: 9362 Comments:
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?-Dave_Mysterious-? @ 163.1.234.221
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29-Oct-03/5:56 PM
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Have you ever drunk beer? I did once, but I had a really bad experience.
Drinked it, dranked it, DRUNK.
You must be one wild child!!!1
A brave new swirled
This poem sounds really good when you persuade a slightly deaf disabled old man, port-sodden like so many of his ancient tribe, to recite it directly into your ear canal using a method of recitation known as "shouting".
THAT'S what rockinroll is all about!
dip me in dogshit
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