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Sweetest Sorrow X Member
since 2004-01-19
Posts 146From a cradle to a casket 
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"…So it's not lingo; it's a dialect," Declared the renowned-one as he lifted Tinted glasses from his trophy case, A bookshelf glutted with literate literature, literally Letters from lawyers, lying linguistically, Writing with words wearing letters themselves, The first of which he created to be the same, Confounding the colloquial, trumping the typical. Now, as his hard-cover accomplishments may tell you, The doctor's vision was quite fine. He needed something to cover his murky green eyes, For they were his polluted sea, and it was high tide. Time for the Atlantic to writhe up onto its shore So it could peer, and secretly marvel, at the clear, shining lakes. He ahemed, the green-eyed general-ologist, Who hung his heart behind his degree, Which was boasting: "Ph.D. in glancing over Your book, and our your living room window, To see your next-door neighbor burn his hand on the grill, Then wash it down with alchemical laughter." |
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Grover Senior Member
since 2004-01-27
Posts 1967London, ON, Canada |
Very nice. Enjoyed the unique images, metaphors. Pleasure to read your work!  |
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zippi Member
since 2004-03-31
Posts 56California |
I could almost smell the tomes and the woodwork of those overloaded shelves. Very nice, comfortable read. Rene` |
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GG Member Elite
since 2002-12-03
Posts 3532Lost in thought |
wow, this is my first time reading you and now I'm wanting to read more. Very unique writing, and very good. I could see it, smell it, and taste it... Always, Alyssa He was a man of sorrows |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
Very nicely done! |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
pleased to read you here |
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Kicking Kim Member
since 2001-04-16
Posts 426Cloud Cucko Land! |
Happy to have read this poem. This was a wonderful write, the first I've read of yours. You appeal to the five senses I could almost taste, touch, hear, smell and see your descriptions. This was very cleverly written you are very talented! ^*Kimberley*^  "Theres no posession, just obsession and growing depression" |
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