Friday, January 22, 2010

Poetry Slam Friday

(one of my personal favourites...)

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We do not play on Graves—
Because there isn't Room—
Besides—it isn't even—it slants
And People come—

And put a Flower on it—
And hang their faces so—
We're fearing that their Hearts will drop—
And crush our pretty play—

And so we move as far
As Enemies—away—
Just looking round to see how far
It is—Occasionally—
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4 comments:

  1. Lewd BobJanuary 22, 2010 at 3:49 PM

    Gee you love her. Why don't you marry her?

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  2. PerseusJanuary 22, 2010 at 3:50 PM

    Cos she's a virgin.

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  3. Lewd BobJanuary 22, 2010 at 4:27 PM

    And what's the down side?

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  4. come.to.mummaJanuary 22, 2010 at 11:04 PM

    Nice one Pers.

    Speaking of poetry, did anyone else see that the mystery bloke who used to mark Poe's birthday at his grave every year didn't turn up this year?

    http://www.boingboing.net/2010/01/20/poes-mysterious-stra.html (don't know how to do link thingies, sorry)

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