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sleidman
ANSWERS: 7
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Dreams As I stand upon the mountain top.... I see my dreams in the distance.... Floating like clouds in the sky.... As I now lay upon the grass.... I see the wind scatter my dreams like so many fallen leaves.... As I sit upon the mountain top in the fading sunlight.... My tears falling like rain drops... As my dreams fade away in the distance... Gone but not forgotten written about 6 yrs ago when some really bad times had hit. G_tech
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Its not mine, but I liked it Poor little toilet Everyone farting on you No apologies
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I am in love... with the words that drip like honey from his perfect lips. with the way he can turn the most mundane thoughts into a trip to another dimension, another level of consciousness I never thought possible through mere verbs and adjectives alone. with the sound of his voice as he tumbles high and low over melodies that sink deeply into my soul, completely permeating my senses. I try not to let it pull me in, this train of words speaking this beautiful mind. Each time I refuse insolently. I don't want it. I don't need it. I don't want to be a slave to the way he forms his lips to each phrase, but eventually I give in and it happens again and again. I am in love.
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Diving into a time long past Waiting for the world to last Mirrored by contrasting foes He wanders the banks as it goes Never has his search so long been muted by the muse's song sifted out from life's true ring he must, to survive, eternally sing
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A man began fires. That is, he set them. He started small, razing doghouses and sheds. And he aimed to stay small. But his ego couldn't be stoked by tiny flames. Now he began fires in garages. And in office parks. The flames flash a handsome face back. And the smell of diesel is a perfect cologne. So he meets one (a lady, of course) when they pass on an ashen sidewalk. Her eyes turn; meet his. "Love?" He says it loud. "Pardon?" And he sets her house on fire.
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i am an awsome poet but on a forign computer(my friends house) but my email is true.knowledge@yahoo.com and if you are bored sometime shoot me an email and i will attach some from home and send them your way.:)
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Yes, I use this limerick when I feel I am going to blow a fuse. I was going to blow, but I mightn't Because it could make people frightened. So my task is to see How good I can be As I was once told by Miss Deighton.
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