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Topple
Contributed by
screwge
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Sunday, 26th July 2009 @ 08:57:32 PM in AEST
Topic:
abstract
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Trousers
Can t t rust over this occipital plane
While mud slakes
The raffia. Wade in the quaint, squelching
Quicksand,
Fervid where the land slid its pot tery
No rue more.
Torp i d.
Rivulets race around and riot
Like sapid
Ergot.
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2009-07-26 20:57:32] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Topple
(User Rating: 1 ) by elle on
Monday, 27th July 2009 @ 04:27:57 AM AEST (User
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I simply love your writing. . .
I have to be totally present to engage. . . makes for a keen morning. :) elle |
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