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Our Puzzle. |
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croyles Member
since 2004-01-27
Posts 102 |
Anyone who thinks a poem has to rhyme, this is not for you! ------------------------ Our Puzzle. Human would sit in shock had he realized That he had all spilled his pieces of his puzzle Called Identity, across the distant spaces. And would know it takes a genius; or much more, To attain one as distant as under his chair; There it lingers stagnant in the twelth dimension, Where miss Trauma smirked upon him; grasping it tight. ------------------------ The rythm is not a hunderd percent Trochiac, but I did try. Also, the thought and wit alone in this poem is important to me; more important that the rest. If you want to criticize, be honest, but if you have some bad things to say about it, don't over do it with your joy. |
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Grover Senior Member
since 2004-01-27
Posts 1967London, ON, Canada |
Enjoyed.  |
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croyles Member
since 2004-01-27
Posts 102 |
hmm..... |
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