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Alicat Member Elite
since 1999-05-23
Posts 4094Coastal Texas 
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Cadence The day dawned fickle As I meandered into town No worries I carried For the same as them was I Or so I surmised Errantly For erstwhile glares were currency And by them I was richer But greed gave beacon glare And pursued I they did Shouting I was too different Too different to live They had torches and pitchforks Billyclubs and billygoats Visigoths and a prom queen Sporting primordial mum They chased, I ran I ran, they chased Until in an Alley I was esconced Returning home when Intoxicating darkness veiled the Pole And in a mirror there a look I stole Seeing the difference their anger bespoke For different I was It wasn't that an eye was higher Or that my unborn twin grew from my thigh Nay, t'was something else I spied in the night: My Right was Left and my Left was Right Alicat, the Persnikitty *yeah, I know this don't make no sense, but what can I say? first thing I've been able to write in 2 months* [This message has been edited by Alicat (edited 06-30-2000).] |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
hehe... well - You were "returning home when intoxicated"... at least that's how I understand it... Nice to see you posting, my friend..  |
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Alicat Member Elite
since 1999-05-23
Posts 4094Coastal Texas |
Thanks Nan...hmm...p'raps I'd better clarify a bit....BRB Alicat |
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Danny Holloway Member Elite
since 2000-01-15
Posts 2034Tulsa, OK |
It makes perfect sense to me. Bartender, another beer and shot please!  Interesting read! A life isn't significant except for its impact on other lives. |
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