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In Crate
Contributed by
screwge
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Tuesday, 3rd June 2008 @ 04:18:33 AM in AEST
Topic:
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I am grateful that you up
And put me in a crate, tied me in a name,
And, if a little tentatively, sent me to the market,
Whereupon they yelled: “Hark, it
Speaks in its box!” Speaks all it can afford --
A few lashings out in hyperbolic spurts
And even through its teeth
It flirts, it flirts!
Among the loud, drunken crew,
I huddled by the purse I drew
Upon my lips which nearly frowned --
Their speakeasy interest underground.
Unwrapped I was next to squashing bards
Brushing off shards of what life discards.
I could tell each fellow was a dilettante
In women and poetry; for, the font
Upon their crates was so lazy and loose,
Dreary and blurred where rains sluice.
From a variety of exotic travels,
This cursive feasibly unravels.
And I am stopping at the factory,
Where facts of grim are oft turned out.
My stymied curls spill out the crate –
The intransigence of the trait.
Copyright ©
screwge
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2008-06-03 04:18:33]
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Re: In Crate
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by shelby on
Tuesday, 3rd June 2008 @ 08:06:40 AM AEST
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Interesting write I am going to go a re read it.
and I am stopping at the factory where facts of grim are oft turned out........ liked that line.
Great work. Welcome to ypdc
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Re: In Crate
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by dummie on
Tuesday, 3rd June 2008 @ 10:19:42 AM AEST
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| i like it. |
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