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After 35 Years We're Bitter Friends (warning, poem does contain swear words)I shake my head in total disbelief. After all these years, you’re no longer my closest friend Well fuck you! There, I’ll keep it nice and b… Started by Steve Goldsmith |
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A Burial at SeaIt was a lovely and tranquil day on that fateful day The water it looked like glass, all shimmery and flat With my eyes closed and a rye sm… Started by Steve Goldsmith |
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Jan 21, 2011 Reply by Steve Goldsmith |
That Mangy CatThat cat’s a real pain in the arse He walks around like he owns the joint Well news flash cat – you come last There, I’ve made my point. M… Started by Steve Goldsmith |
0 | Jan 21, 2011 |
The Mirror is MeI was only having fun, I didn’t mean to pull the trigger I’m no more qualified than he, but my ego is much bigger How was I to know? Was it… Started by Steve Goldsmith |
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Jan 17, 2011 Reply by Steve Goldsmith |
The Men in Their Musty Old Coats – by Steve GWho is that old man looking at me? All decorated and clothed in musty old clothes I look at my father, who has a lump in his throat With a… Started by Steve Goldsmith |
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Jan 17, 2011 Reply by Steve Goldsmith |
Farts in a JarHe's the only one to fart in a jar How utterly and totally bizarre his pin point accuracy was second to none I guess he was a bit of hero… Started by Steve Goldsmith |
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Jan 17, 2011 Reply by Steve Goldsmith |
Consensus RealityConsensus Realityc (When is Time ?) for Laurie Anderson SPI… Started by Angel Finnegan |
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Jan 16, 2011 Reply by Adrian Wiggins |
Instead of heavenInstead of Heaven by Ilan The loneliness of a birdcall from a birdcage over the top of my head, Neanderthal I feel, White picket fences… Started by Ilan |
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Jan 2, 2011 Reply by Rebecca Hynek |
untitled - (can anyone think of a title?)her dulcet tones reverberated and echoed in my mind, unashamed of their repurcussions. They melted wrongness off my limbs and glued insanit… Started by Rebecca Hynek |
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Jan 2, 2011 Reply by Rebecca Hynek |
living on the edge of a town camp, DarwinLudmilla house September 2009- September 2010 The days and nights in our Ludmilla house were punctuated by the sounds of others; their… Started by KH |
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