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untitled (Free verse) by waxtester Dirt cleanses hearts untrue.
Chiping away from steel/
covers: clean as the streaming wash
of dirt collected for years
in loveless mesh.
Holding one (religeous)
problem (whom said to whom
one to the other)
without all powerful Him;
in, all powerful, decision.
Striking fists, in which,
are wholly God and wholly
thought on (as the prayer unsaid)
Now no eyes are seeing
to the blindness of faith.
Up the ladder:
Blobby Food**
Down the ladder:
Johnny football painter
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Posted: April 19, 2004 1:51 PM PDT; Last modified: April 19, 2004 1:51 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.0 Overall Rank: 8065 Comments:
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zodiac @ 152.18.33.195
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19-Apr-04/2:00 PM
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Please post the poem that begins "The gothic clocks struck their tolls" next.
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zodiac @ 152.18.33.195
> zodiac
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19-Apr-04/2:04 PM
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I meant "trolls", "The gothic clocks struck their trolls."
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zodiac @ 152.18.33.195
> zodiac
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20-Apr-04/6:12 PM
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Dear waxtester, I'm not often serious on this site, but on this matter I'm being completely honest. The troll poem rocks. I really think the people here will like it a lot. Thank you.
I have no idea what you are talking about. No vote.
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