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The Power of Green (Free verse) by Tascobar Sitting here, looking at the smoke
It feels that I can't hold on
Racing, beating, smiling up to choke.
Serene, serendipity, metabolic happenings
My torso as if under external control.
Up the ladder:
the door
Down the ladder:
like love in the movies
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 4.3
Posted: August 16, 2002 4:51 PM PDT; Last modified: August 16, 2002 4:51 PM PDTWeighted score: 4.65 Overall Rank: 12291 Comments:
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youngweirdo @ 195.92.168.173
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17-Aug-02/5:19 PM
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what the fuck has this got to do with the colour green?
I'm gonna guess that it's a "drug thing", friend.
wow, a druggy-poem. not that that's ever been done, and a lot better.
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