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Checkmate (Free verse) by purplewalrus
Chew that gardenia And laugh every minute Nod and shrug While caressing each piece Of players on squares The whites will strike Twice for that matter And the blacks will laugh back Fickle… fickle… And my turn to chew Will arrive in the gloom of the ether And I will shrug and nod Pushing blacks to whites Fickle as ever Laugh, laugh… chew harder. And the whites will strike again Begging the blacks to induce An air of enigmatic falter To weaken the senses And laugh heartily, anyway. Both will shrug at the gardenias To caress the senses with comical relief Envy the whites and the blacks And push the players aside For they will forever laugh - at us. Fickle… fickle…

Up the ladder: Flour
Down the ladder: Wartner

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Arithmetic Mean: 6.0
Weighted score: 5.119203
Overall Rank: 5840
Posted: March 27, 2004 8:56 PM PST; Last modified: March 27, 2004 8:56 PM PST
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[7] Shuushin @ 207.5.211.177 | 28-Mar-04/6:13 AM | Reply
Not feeling this one - leaves me with half my face scrunched up.
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