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thinking while sawin' a few logs (Free verse) by Freethinker1602 As I lay here falling asleep,
I think about how much you meant to me.
I know I wouldn't smile as much
If you weren't here to keep me happy.
I have a peaceful sigh because I love you
As much as life itself.
I beg that you not foresake me from my flaws
I wish you could come to hold me,
And say you won't let me go.
I think of how you've helped me and helped to dry
All of my tears and end my fears.
I know I said I love you and I besech you, don't desert me!
I know I gave you my trust, I just hope that you don't brush it aside.
I slip away from these foolish doubts as I sleep, with you no longer
here to contort my life.
Sadness? Ney 'tis just the beginning of a new denile.
Up the ladder:
ANALYZE THIS
Down the ladder:
Elephant
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 3.6
Posted: February 2, 2004 6:23 PM PST; Last modified: February 2, 2004 6:23 PM PSTWeighted score: 4.833116 Overall Rank: 10811 Comments:
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Freethinker1602 @ 68.48.30.210
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2-Feb-04/6:34 PM
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Smack! Smack! Smack!...Head hitting desk... Smack! Smack, why did I write something so infernal and horrific! Well congrats on finding it fortune cookie and now to hid it again.
Why did you get a zero? You might at first suspect that I hold a disability-ist prejudice and have chosen your handicapped verse as the latest target of my unreasoning hatred. But this wouldn't be true, for -=Dark_Angel=- is wheelchair-bound and I regularly commend both his writing and his unwarranted attacks on other wheelchair-bounds (ie, Stephen Hawking). Likewise, Goad, who had most of his throat torn out by a bad German date and is now only able to approximate 'speech' by rattling a piece of wax paper wrapped around a comb with his weak sursurrations, usually gets my approval. So it can't be that I've somehow sensed that you are one of those spinal-columnless 'miracle' babies from whom any approximation of communication at all should be greeted with wonderment, yet whose handicap only inspires fear and hatred in twisted soul. Maybe it's just the line "Sadness? Ney 'tis just the beginning of a new denile." Yeah, that's probably it.
A toiling cack of beauty.
Wasn't your nickname nothingtoanyone yesterday?
This has "Hallmark" written all over it.
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