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babycakes
weep little sweet
the poisons in the treat
that ol junkdogs in heat
cause shes the bitch
that bites the witchs
thats serves the snitchs
and in her soiled knuckel locked
holster
is the courage feist that bolsters
slick eyed race
that cuts a trace
babycakes
gurl
you done gone
and set this town
awhirl
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Comments
weirdelf
Wed, 2012-04-18 22:43
hum, well, I mean, that is to say...
I don't know what to say. A successful experiment, a good poem.
Better than that... I know! You are telling a story, in your own inimical way! Woohoo, unusual for you.
cheers,
Jess
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Esker
Wed, 2012-04-25 14:32
whim sical
yes..this is correct Elf!
Nordic cloud
Thu, 2012-04-19 11:01
Wolf on the prowl
Oh the doggie girl
the sandwich
and the sweet candied thoughts
with underskirt currents
and poisoned with witches knuckles
feisted, lurched,
what was that,
passing between us there?
I didn't see.
Nordic in a cloud
"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.
Esker
Wed, 2012-04-25 14:33
I didnt see
magic in the sleight of this
the slate of fog
and its misted breath
written on silver backed meaning.....