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untitled (suggestions wanted)

Member since 2003 · Posted 24 Nov 2003 · 5 comments

I. In youth we whimper, fearing the night owl; turn pubescent and roar. Subdued we still growl, having learned the lore; seek silence to then wither. II. Each separate life is part of an ageless symphony; we transpose and form the glissando. Melodic when united, alone a sharp cacophony; born like thunder and then diminuendo.

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[10] The_Third_Isis 24-Nov-03/10:01 PM Reply

How about Sancho Panzas puberty... for the untitled heh,heh.Don I'am encantada que leiste mi poema, si es verdad sobre el tema 8 que lo de la harmonica quizas le falta practica, pero es uno de mis bebe's.And has alot of potential please, you are invited to continue giving me tips and bettering my poetry. how about the sonnata of the windmills..Thank you.Ciao bello!.

[n/a] <{Baba^Yaga}> › The_Third_Isis 24-Nov-03/10:09 PM Reply

Wow dude, my mom is asking you to give her tips. That's a compliment.

[n/a] SupremeDreamer › <{Baba^Yaga}> 24-Nov-03/10:56 PM Reply

Yeah, but now I'm worried about the tips I'll give her. Usually no one pays attention my advice... You'll make sure to squash me when my advice is shit right?- Insurance for free?

[8] INTRANSIT 25-Nov-03/7:48 PM Reply

Well, They seem to say the same thing, one and two.
Save two for something else. The animals don't strike quite the chord themusical terms do.

[9] crooked_smile 9-Mar-05/3:58 PM Reply

i really like this..........
-lia