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    rat in a strange garret Whifflingpin's Avatar
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    Hamsters
    And guinea-pigs
    And little mice and cats
    And smooth white rats and fluffy dogs
    Are pets.
    Voices mysterious far and near,
    Sound of the wind and sound of the sea,
    Are calling and whispering in my ear,
    Whifflingpin! Why stayest thou here?

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    choose joy Susan Sonnen's Avatar
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    are pets
    but extensions
    of our true selves unleashed,
    purity of thought , love freely
    given

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    Away and away.. Laindessiel's Avatar
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    It is, when a
    Pragmatic idea
    Comes to life and
    It bursts
    "You have enemies? Good. That means you’ve stood up for something, sometime in your life."


    To go wrong in one's own way is better than to go right in someone else's" - Dostoevksy

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    rat in a strange garret Whifflingpin's Avatar
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    It bursts
    into flow'r and
    wide casts its heady scent
    warm, soft, about the fragrant bow'r.
    Sleep on.
    Voices mysterious far and near,
    Sound of the wind and sound of the sea,
    Are calling and whispering in my ear,
    Whifflingpin! Why stayest thou here?

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    Thinking...thinking! dramasnot6's Avatar
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    Sleep on
    Chloroform spreads
    Amorous stealth leads us
    To jewels cascading dresser drawers
    Stolen
    I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book! When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.


    Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

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    seasonably mediocre Il Penseroso's Avatar
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    doh. Too slow.

    Stolen,
    fleeting nature
    led astray by whirwinds,
    past innocence sunken treasure,
    rotting.
    Last edited by Il Penseroso; 12-03-2006 at 07:11 PM.

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    good idea, Riesa!

    Rotting
    Summer apples
    When snow has swallowed trees,
    Only these are left to languish
    Slow sour . . .
    No day but today



    -God is real, unless proclaimed integer-

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    *curtsies*

    slow sour
    your sway away,
    hammocks, the damaged weave
    made with worn mexican sisal;
    still flows.
    "Don't matter who they are, anybody sets foot in this house, they are company and don't let me catch you remarking on their ways like you were so high and mighty."

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    Smile samercury's Avatar
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    still flows
    through the dark sea
    slowly floating away
    breaths coming in slow, choking gasps
    drowning

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    Drowning,
    I find to be
    perhaps the slowest,and
    most artful of all of the ways
    to die.

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    To die
    in single glow,
    shadows crawling, is sad
    let the light grow and strengthen at
    both ends.

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    rat in a strange garret Whifflingpin's Avatar
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    Both ends
    of elephants
    terminate in grey tails
    though one swats flies and one picks up
    soft buns
    Voices mysterious far and near,
    Sound of the wind and sound of the sea,
    Are calling and whispering in my ear,
    Whifflingpin! Why stayest thou here?

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    seasonably mediocre Il Penseroso's Avatar
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    Soft buns
    newly oven-
    born, bursting flavor trails
    that march a pounding step towards our
    hungry.
    Last edited by Il Penseroso; 12-06-2006 at 01:48 AM.

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    hungry
    exquisitely
    thirsty, the circle's end
    persistently ungraspable,
    we try.
    "Don't matter who they are, anybody sets foot in this house, they are company and don't let me catch you remarking on their ways like you were so high and mighty."

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    but when we fail in that "something"
    life sucks!
    I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.

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