M A R C U S S L E A S E & B R I A N H O W E
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Our ability to layer sissies may turn out to be socio-hysterical flack. I really like poetry a lot. Sighs are not sigils. I write poems myself but I don't have a website yet. I was lurking for wags and found thefts. Yippee! His palsies were without merriment. You too can be a poet! Compressed madmen were sweet to lions with halos. What is Poetry? Yank back the regal and simulate sophist eyes. Cinquain Poetry | Free Verse Poetry | Funny Poetry | Haiku Poetry. This is no joke. I'm poet and I don't even know it.
Nostalgia bags particulars and in their associations the poem is forged. What borders thinking? Fuck yr private life with its private language.
Anyone know how much it costs to press a flexi disc? I decided to write with a faint blue pencil. “You've got a rhyme every time,” Muffy added. I decided to write with what lines the question. Arthur raised his hand. Someone else's story is my story. “I know a poem he wrote.” My father is away in Belfast and was born 17 years before I was born. I don't know if I'm good poet. My father ... was born. Yes, I'm fan of TS Eliot. My father … is my father. So what? When I was young I wore a yellow uniform. “Even when people tell you are good, you still don't really believe it,” Powell said. When I was young I wore a yellow uniform with LFC. "It's like kissing.” LFC means you'll never walk alone. Ha!! When I was goony I earned a walleye minor with LFC. I'm getting sick and tired of wasting all my time
My ratchet was my rehab
and trying to read between your lines … My ether is yawed in deltas and was knob 17 scary before I was norm. Someone else's torso is my ascot. I duded to exit with what sinned the nastier. I deduced errata with a taxing élan. I can't help but feel that way about poetry. I don't read much of it now. We can go round and lock eyes but it's just the expositor and doesn't yell ergo a new doll. I don't write poetry. His exam is scram and his exam is rib. I tried it once and blew my trick knee out right there. I chant, now, we ghouls all aced orating ourselves by man.
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