| its not what you think | Contributor |
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i can't help it if i like to do certain things,,really whatever comes to my mind like |
angeroseblue |
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I see you have been reading between the lines...Of that crumpled up paper found............. |
BrokenWordsPoet |
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oh well at the time i meant what i wrote even though i said something totally different |
angeroseblue |
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What is this you said you would like to do with my... I don't know how you feel about my... That way......... |
BrokenWordsPoet |
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I love all people I am a man of peace, was some tid~bit that could be heard over the trashing of fluro~green leaves! |
induce |
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Rambling with no cause... Thought you were talking about my little twisted dog... Now here you are reading beteen lines... And not what I was thinking........... |
BrokenWordsPoet |
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I thought you were talking about cartoon characters and anon persons getting together in a threesome for... |
induce |
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For spinning the bottle... But... All we have is a fish... My cat ate its lips... Who want to kiss a fish with no lips???????? |
BrokenWordsPoet |
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i would love to grip oops no fingertips ...how would i grip or dare to take a sip...maybe take a dip |
angeroseblue |
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I don't agree I don't love everybody.... I had this fourth grade teacher... Miss Hell... She is dead now... Maybe she hate me... That fire red hair... I like red hair.... |
BrokenWordsPoet |
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how would you like to jump into a lake of gold and come out glistening like the sun ....i jumped into one and now i am stiff... |
angeroseblue |
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i'm always stiff said the suit to the dry cleaning product |
induce |
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Three poets die... They dig a grave and stack them in... They their justified stiff reward... The question is... How many stiffs in the grave??????????? |
BrokenWordsPoet |
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question eluding the very part that should be able to collect the given facts.....i shall be free and not give in |
angeroseblue |
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Poets never die... Only the flesh... Their bodies still breath... And always spoken... It is never what you think... Truth or Fiction... Johnny was an Alligator... |
BrokenWordsPoet |
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words lie or people lie..or does it matter,,,either way it stinks and you can smell it a mile away |
angeroseblue |
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Books, Truths, Lies... When the story is over... We are cast aside... Memories like grains of sand... How go you find the one that fell on the beach??? I would like to know... |
BrokenWordsPoet |
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sift it through a sifters holes |
angeroseblue |
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No matter what anyone else says... Ignorance is not always a lack of knowledge... And as Exquisite Corpes go... No mater what any one else says... This is the END.... |
BrokenWordsPoet |
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but the end of what is asked.....quietly i await |
angeroseblue |
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and I wait to, there's not a hurry so let's bee blue |
induce |