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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla 
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A repost. The search A veteran of offals upheaval The cynical of evils needle Shriven and driven by cold gage rage Rests this fair head in its golden age. And though I do not feel a sinner It stays me a very cold dinner. Makes me dyspeptic, slightly eclectic And the gustiest of gastronomic. I need me a wind to blow it away A little breeze on a warm summers day. I need a taste of the honey of green If not that, then something in between. So I rove in the fields of clover Raking it over to find a nova. If successful you'll certainly know Just by the bright of the nova's glow. And I turned around aching in the wiled When I spied cotton candy undefiled. |
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insect Senior Member
since 2000-04-22
Posts 1014 |
Great piece! I liked this read.  |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
Awesome work, one of your best, I'd say! Corinne |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Insect, thank you so much. Corinne, Really? |
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