Open Poetry #21 |
skirmish |
brian sites Senior Member
since 2002-06-25
Posts 1475usa |
nick you- drawing blood you hack back with broadword smashing my shield denting breastache I feint thrust slip through the glib you drop the sworn and mad-end pick up the ex and demolish splinter everyme in site Irie treat meself and go lapse on the couch I never aimed at reality; I aimed at truth. --Orson Welles |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
Brian, Found this little gem about 3 cars back on the bullet train (Club Car?) Like your askew here Pfssst! Ahhh! ~wranx The shortest distance between two points... |
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wayoutwalt Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 4870TEXAS (it's all big) |
deft wordplay o yuh! |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
egtf She said burn ... together. |
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devina Member Elite
since 1999-10-28
Posts 3539Cali |
Your jaunty word structure here gives me the impression that you were actually *smiling* through this?! no need to deny...grins... enjoyed this silent bri ~this little D Open arms can be the most fragile in the world... |
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brian sites Senior Member
since 2002-06-25
Posts 1475usa |
thanks everybody yeah, fights are fun love em.... BS. I never aimed at reality; I aimed at truth. --Orson Welles |
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