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my test in the wilderness
Contributed by
alicewhite
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Friday, 3rd April 2015 @ 05:24:02 PM in AEST
Topic:
StoryPoetry
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You laugh at my windmill
Sorry turbines my princess
You cun? I call u I call em windmills
Instead
Would you' grab his ankle
No I wouldn't I cried at the tennis court wilderness
Five months of scorpion torture
Wanting silver back
Lead to losing my daughter
N silver back for a new house instead
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Re: my test in the wilderness
(User Rating: 1 ) by Invierno on
Saturday, 4th April 2015 @ 02:53:34 PM AEST (User
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I get the flavour of this poem...the resonance, and for that reason I do like it. It's rough, like a wild horse. (But wild horses are the best kind, I think)
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