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bimby (Free verse) by sneakerpimp
Words have all but left me, my thoughts create an abyss i am blind, deaf and dump with love. All I apprehend is not enough. Remembering you, all my feeling descend time that i have shared with you, hours of bliss And time fades as does passion from kiss to kiss Love is to long a pain. The passion you pretended was precociously to obtain, but when the charm has ended the charmer you disdain. In sharing this I do resist. I still love you from the bottom of my broken heart, it was absolute we would one day be parted you and I both intelligibly knew it would not last. Promises that you made, I wish had not been spoken you loved me from the beginning. It shouldn’t have started. Though the present I regret Im grateful for the past.

Up the ladder: Time
Down the ladder: FREAKIN

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Arithmetic Mean: 2.5
Weighted score: 4.7019925
Overall Rank: 12008
Posted: January 21, 2004 6:50 AM PST; Last modified: January 21, 2004 6:50 AM PST
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Comments:
[n/a] Everyone @ 163.1.146.87 | 21-Jan-04/9:52 AM | Reply
You said "dump with love".
[1] <{Baba^Yaga}> @ 24.126.116.54 | 21-Jan-04/1:47 PM | Reply
It is most unkind of you to make me reach that far from my pot to find my teeth. Therefore, pack your things, you're fired from poetry. You are aware that your poem would have been much better if you'd have only repeated the word "Bermph" outloud indefinately.
[8] A db C @ 217.40.63.105 | 11-Aug-06/6:32 AM | Reply
does this make sense?
The passion you pretended
was precociously to obtain
[1] mr cunt @ 85.210.199.241 | 21-Apr-07/5:20 PM | Reply
Not very good is it?
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