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stains (Free verse) by calliope i wonder how we all survive
the thought that maybe our memories die
more and more each day
and the ones we save
might just happen to be
the least important.
Up the ladder:
Religious Slaughter
Down the ladder:
I Dream.....
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Posted: March 30, 2004 11:13 AM PST; Last modified: March 30, 2004 11:13 AM PSTWeighted score: 5.3585887 Overall Rank: 3335 Comments:
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30-Mar-04/12:26 PM
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Very poignant and a bit depressing.
I would change the title. I like the poem.
Pretty nice, calliope.
This is an entirely different style (etc.), but have you read "the old fools" by philip larkin? http://plagiarist.com/poetry/?wid=4879 oh, I just read baughworm's crit on the title - agreed.
Title reminds me of a classic verse from Kipling's "The Lesson":
It was my fault, and my very great fault-- and now I must turn it to use. I have forty million reasons for failure, but not a single excuse. So the more I wipe and the less I stain the cleaner the pants I shall get-- I've had a lavatorial lesson; I may take off my diaper yet!
Rudyard would flog you right there in the privy. lol
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