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phillipk
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0 posted 05-19-2000 09:00 PM       View Profile for phillipk   Email phillipk   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for phillipk

I've insulted your medium to the max.
Under the seat of your prose, I've set tacks.
The way you look at me, you probably see anthrax.
So I might as well wax you with a stick, little kid.
I'm sorry, but those are the workings of my id.

signed,
phillipk
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Poertree
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1 posted 05-22-2000 05:42 PM       View Profile for Poertree   Email Poertree   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Poertree

er ....... yes ... interesting

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brian madden
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2 posted 05-22-2000 06:01 PM       View Profile for brian madden   Email brian madden   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for brian madden

Yes very interesting, I liked this and I don't think you have insulted poetry at all.


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"Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too? "
Douglas Adams.

Small Black Flowers That Grow In The Sky

"You have your very own number
They dress your cage in its nature
Once you roared now you just grunt lame
Pace around pathetic pound games

Wanna get out won't miss you sensaround
To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks
Wanna get out here you're bred dead quick
For the outside,
The small black flowers that grow in the sky

They drag sticks along your walls
Harvest your ovaries dead mothers crawl
Here comes warden, Christ, temple, elder
Environment not yours you see through it all

Wanna get out won't miss you sensaround
To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks
Wanna get out here you're bred dead quick
For the outside,
The small black flowers that grow in the sky

Here chewing your tail is joy"

Richey Edwards

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3 posted 05-23-2000 02:15 AM       View Profile for netswan   Email netswan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit netswan's Home Page   View IP for netswan

Oh, my yes, Phillip, that naughty id!

~netswan
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