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Sep 04, 2012, 12:52 PM
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I dont expect this to go anywhere it's nuthin...
....poems from the grave  Bones like rocks stopped clocks and no socks Electrify my non-flesh and no shocks Bone man I can see the distance I ran no air no care Alone ran still bone man an instance I share no hair Bones dull clean skull… eye sockets and no pockets Bones on the moon anytime soon in fancy go-rockets Skeleton man only I can, bones clitter clatter Skeleton man lonely I ran, bones don’t matter Skeleton man Bones inside see, under-describe me, shatter! once for bibs just my ribs a clever bone jaw what I saw grinding bipolar skull trapped molar no nail clippers no comfy slippers for skeleton man Skeleton man click clack no crack down the back Overspine undermine rub and shine empty head Never even knew I was dead Forever even me bonehead hehe 
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Sep 04, 2012, 04:52 PM
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wow... love it!
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Sep 04, 2012, 05:05 PM
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thanks Blue C...audacious as it may be to say.....I like it too one of my better poems I think it's ok to say that....otherwise?....why bother? |
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Sep 04, 2012, 10:02 PM
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Wow, that was so fun, dubblemonkey!
 I was reading it out loud, just to hear the sounds! ..."once for bibs, just my ribs".. oh that's going to stick in my head for sure! |
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