Open Poetry #16 |
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kinda different! |
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Hollowman Member
since 2001-06-01
Posts 117 |
Sing a song of sixpence my heart so full of trust for and twenty chainsaws convert this into dust Once my heart was open, to be sealed with a ring no all that lies inside my chest does not feel a thing. My queen was in her counting house counting all my money, I had this odd feeling it was kinda funny The birds of love shot dead the cuckoo flown far west Once again an open road, time to take a rest. ho-hum! |
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illusion Member
since 2001-06-19
Posts 296 |
I wish I didn't feel a thing. I like this - I can definitely relate. |
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Tracey Member Elite
since 2001-08-29
Posts 2808where insanity meets breeding |
Oh this is so cute. A light rendering of an otherwise dark subject. I love it. I'm going back now to read it again. If she who dies with the most toys wins, then can I have some toy boys please? |
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