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WASTED (Free verse) by titan69 At the far end of the World.
Where the grass used to grow.
Now the wind smells sweet and sour when it blows.
and nothing lives there exept old crows.
in the land that the SUPERPOWERS WASTED.
Up the ladder:
I found you.
Down the ladder:
7 lines along the shadows of death
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Posted: November 16, 2003 12:39 AM PST; Last modified: November 21, 2007 1:21 PM PSTWeighted score: 4.762871 Overall Rank: 11531 Comments:
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ShaNoN+960317485 @ 199.40.206.3
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16-Nov-03/6:28 AM
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Frankly young crows 2 are found in this land:o(
kindof a enviro-political pimple.
Reach a bit for those expressions, seek specificity like the good ones in that third line ("wind" could be better served though). -7- as an aside - most people worry more about the second and third world folks than we who are hindered by bureacracy.
If we dont look after our world who will?
shit!!!!
copy cat !!!
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