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Field Trip (Free verse) by wilco Wide, spacious hallway.
Adequate lighting.
White tile and red carpet
Stretching forever.
The bones of monsters
Amongst columns of stars.
Forged by the gods
Taken by the heavens.
Paintings staring back.
Meticulously crafted.
Agingâ¦
But never getting old.
Up the ladder:
Requiem
Down the ladder:
Twinkle Twinkle Little Star
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Posted: April 12, 2004 1:20 PM PDT; Last modified: April 13, 2004 2:50 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.6723537 Overall Rank: 2025 Comments:
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deleted user @ 68.66.196.168
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13-Apr-04/3:44 PM
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This poem is a little perplexing, but you're not a dunce, as some say, and your poemes are not bulging johnnies of lost hope. A field trip to the heavens!
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wilco @ 24.176.102.131
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13-Apr-04/7:39 PM
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Thanks. I don't think so either.
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