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sky (Other) by youngweirdo
I used to sit and wach the sky,as if it was like family,but then one day the rain came down,and filled the sky with envy, I quickly dashed and ran inside,and wached the sky break down,each tiny raindrop is like a piece of sky, Falling, Falling Further And Further Down.

Up the ladder: The train
Down the ladder: sermon

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Arithmetic Mean: 4.5555553
Weighted score: 4.7777777
Overall Rank: 11326
Posted: August 18, 2002 5:20 AM PDT; Last modified: August 18, 2002 5:21 AM PDT
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[6] pitchblackdisaster @ 195.92.168.168 | 18-Aug-02/5:25 AM | Reply
what the fuck?
i swear man your poems are fucked up.
what sort of shit is goin on in that head of yours mann?
oh and what the hell happened to the first I? is it meant to be there or what?
[n/a] youngweirdo @ | 18-Aug-02/5:27 AM | Reply
your sayin that my poems are fucked up.
have you seen your own.
i mean what the hell is happening there?
[5] <{Baba^Yaga}> @ 24.126.113.154 | 18-Aug-02/5:34 AM | Reply
I didn't know this was an arts and crafts site also. your rain drops? are incredibly droppish? and your writing is....easy to "get". I guess. But poignant none the less. I suppose?
[6] <~> @ 24.44.185.41 | 18-Aug-02/5:51 AM | Reply
you tried harder with this one, but you're still not saying anything.
[5] Bachus @ 24.126.113.154 | 18-Aug-02/6:00 AM | Reply
Good morning Z..It's morning ..right? I am truly mother's beach towel..coming mother..she heard that.
[6] <~> @ 24.44.185.41 | 18-Aug-02/6:02 AM | Reply
morning B, B^Y, h, whoever you are today. i like B^Y's stuff. it meters bouncily.
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