Open Poetry #49 |
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ponderthepoetorrsx Member
since 2011-06-25
Posts 284U.S , Ca |
Know the tickle When spiders creep up your whiskers, All those little legs Drumming in one spot. Know the itch Ants by the hundreds Biting crawling Creeping... Know it all Scavenger beetles Gooey worms Icky maggots Brain in all Know it all Brain in all Know it all And that my friend Is DEATH Richard |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
Yes, that sounds dead alright...except the itch and the tickle. Entertaining read. ...just bein' Bluesy |
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katahdin Senior Member
since 2010-07-01
Posts 1196ME. In the Shadow of the Mt. |
I'm itchy just reading this poem, LOL! Kat >^..^< |
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