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|Instance of Tragedy (standard:poetry, 94 words)|
|Author: Chris Morris||Added: Aug 09 2001||Views/Reads: 1869/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Just a poem...my typical stream of consciousness type stuff|
In utmost hope I triumph Re-grammatize these words I ain't sellin nothin' That doesn't love the birds I reach for 2 plus 2 I stand for an exclamation It looks as though I'm relaxing In pre-half-time sedation I postforthwise intruded On a setting sun seduction I removed my inclination To turn off lengthwise suction I change the order backwards I lift her skirt skywards She dances like an angel And smells like dirty bastards The midsection is a tonsil The paint will never dry I alter the utmost cynic And love will never die Tweet
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