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What do ya think of this poem I wrote?
A twisting hand changes
My thoughts
from far off treasures limp and lost
To bending bridges along a body
In front of falling autumn tossed
Canaries call fourteen times
And quietly I cough and watch
This form of flesh and skin and teeth
Teetering on a bone
Leaving with a cigarette
Lit quickly in the stormy wet
I figure out it must be love
Or something else along those lines
Who can cleave the leaves from trees
Or clip these swollen feet from knees
Along this useless calf of mine
It may be love, but we’ll see in time
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Bumpinggggg
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>>9032104
>Or something else along those lines
That was funny, I admit.
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>>9032212
:)))
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Bump again
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Another bunp
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free verse was created for the talented not to excuse your lack of talent
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>>9032815
Oh okay
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>>9032815
>talent
no such thing, it's a spook
there is only hard work and determination
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>>9032972
you can't even spell, moron
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>>9032936
you don't seriously believe that, do you ?
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>>9032976
It's true. Genius is 99% perspiration and 1% inspiration
No one is born with the innate ability to write or paint or act or sing. It's all learned through hard work. The greatest artists devote their entire lives to gittin gud. Debate me on this cuz I'm right sorry bud
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Cigarettes, nature, reduction of the human form, and a girl.
Cracking poem.
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>>9032987
Haha darn I didn't even notic e I did that
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Ur gonna hate me 4 this but I'm bumping again
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