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Contributed by
artostuff
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Saturday, 21st August 2004 @ 02:02:30 AM in AEST
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A drop of ice like
that moment not
now, the siren
sisters sing to
this rythme, dance
and prance, sly as
lounge room lizards,
their voice alone
could drown a fleet
to there hands and
knees to beg, silence
or die! leave the living
and back to your cells
to entertain empty
beggers for there
greed
Copyright ©
artostuff
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2004-08-21 02:02:30]
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Re: no title
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by Dizza_13 on
Sunday, 22nd August 2004 @ 05:23:08 AM AEST
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good work. I enjoyed reading it very much. I would
suggest however that a title, although not essential,
does add a general feeling to the poem.
dizza |
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Re: no title
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by Archie on
Sunday, 10th October 2004 @ 04:45:08 PM AEST
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| I had to say honestly. I do not understand this one. I guess I am confused. |
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Re: no title
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by buchi on
Sunday, 10th October 2004 @ 07:58:49 PM AEST
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lounge room lizards,
their voice alone
could drown a fleet
A great insinuation of thoughts...a true poet indeed |
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