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The Internet Poetry Anthology: dr. Mower
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The Internet Poetry Anthology. An anthology of poems from the internet masquerade. Thursday, March 02, 2006. My mother was fussing with the nurse about the bill outside. She cawed that she wouldn't pay because I looked like I was patched together with tin foil and was now a runt. I wondered why she didn't tell my doctor that. The nurse clamped together her lips and they were silent as I goofed over. I wanted to tell my mother about this warm itch I had on the gurney with dr. Mower. Little Poems Too Honest.
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The Internet Poetry Anthology: Tonight
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The Internet Poetry Anthology. An anthology of poems from the internet masquerade. Wednesday, January 18, 2006. By tink (tinkerbell.sarah). There's a peculiar taste to the air tonight. An un-tasteable flavour, defying it's pigeon hole. A heat flash of a tingle. Tha crawls slowly from the back of your jaw. It's not quite pleasant. But not altogether awful. And holds you with. The twisted interest level. Of a bad accident you drive past. With deliberately exaggerated caution. Or a smarter bet to go to sleep.
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The Internet Poetry Anthology: Last Night I Went Walking ...
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The Internet Poetry Anthology. An anthology of poems from the internet masquerade. Monday, August 01, 2005. Last Night I Went Walking . By the Handsome Family. Last night I went out walking. Out on the edge of town. Not going no place special. I came upon a river. I thought about what you said. And couldn't stop it flowing. And running through my head. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Little Poems Too Honest. 3 part play on mosquitos. Last Night I Went Walking .
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The Internet Poetry Anthology: p0r3
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The Internet Poetry Anthology. An anthology of poems from the internet masquerade. Sunday, January 22, 2006. The creepy crack head friend of mine. The homeless place he calls his thought. The silly putty tinker toy. The mirror ball reflects below. The grazing herd the lemming goat. The move toward the moving from. The winter home upon the hill. The summer shade a caving in. The psychotronic talking box. The mainstream ninety-two percent. The laughing dying culture pop. The point of view the bleeding heart.
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The Internet Poetry Anthology: winter frost
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The Internet Poetry Anthology. An anthology of poems from the internet masquerade. Saturday, February 11, 2006. My sadness grew too strong. Can't control it anymore. Feel like i don't belong. Another day i'll not endure. This empty life's a waste. Shattered dreams all is lost. Hold a gun against my face. Color red the winter frost. No love to leave behind. Depart the world with no goodbye. The only friend i'll find. The earth who eats me when i die. To never smile again. Feel the warmth of sun's gold ray.
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The Internet Poetry Anthology: 3 part play on mosquitos
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The Internet Poetry Anthology. An anthology of poems from the internet masquerade. Wednesday, August 17, 2005. 3 part play on mosquitos. Edge-of-the-world: "it's a maelstrom of mosquitoes up hee-yah in Maine, ayuh". Survivalist: "I remember Minnesota, land of 10,000 lakes (and 100,000 swamps). But one of the good things about the chronic Ozark summer dry spells. no skeeters. Altho- I'm waitin on rain today; I'll havta irrigate if it dont. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Little Poems Too Honest.
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The Internet Poetry Anthology: July 2005
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The Internet Poetry Anthology. An anthology of poems from the internet masquerade. Monday, July 18, 2005. Halfway to a Threeway. Now with you, I've got one. If I could get just one more. Then you'd know what you're in for. You ain't getting any sleep tonight. I hope that you girls don't fight. And I hope that you don't run away. Cause I'm halfway to a threeway. I tried again and again. To indulge in just one sin. All you have to do is lie there. While I push aside your wheelchair. Little Poems Too Honest.
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The Internet Poetry Anthology: Handy Dandy
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The Internet Poetry Anthology. An anthology of poems from the internet masquerade. Friday, January 13, 2006. Handy dandy, controversy surrounds him. He been around the world and back again. Something in the moonlight still hounds him. Handy dandy, just like sugar and candy. Handy dandy, if every bone in his body was broken he would never admit it. He got an all girl orchestra and when he says. Strike up the band', they hit it. Handy dandy, handy dandy. You say, 'What are ya made of? Subscribe to: Post Co...
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The Internet Poetry Anthology: August 2005
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The Internet Poetry Anthology. An anthology of poems from the internet masquerade. Wednesday, August 17, 2005. 3 part play on mosquitos. Edge-of-the-world: "it's a maelstrom of mosquitoes up hee-yah in Maine, ayuh". Survivalist: "I remember Minnesota, land of 10,000 lakes (and 100,000 swamps). But one of the good things about the chronic Ozark summer dry spells. no skeeters. Altho- I'm waitin on rain today; I'll havta irrigate if it dont. Saturday, August 13, 2005. Place your hand over mine thrice.
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The Internet Poetry Anthology: January 2006
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The Internet Poetry Anthology. An anthology of poems from the internet masquerade. Sunday, January 22, 2006. The creepy crack head friend of mine. The homeless place he calls his thought. The silly putty tinker toy. The mirror ball reflects below. The grazing herd the lemming goat. The move toward the moving from. The winter home upon the hill. The summer shade a caving in. The psychotronic talking box. The mainstream ninety-two percent. The laughing dying culture pop. The point of view the bleeding heart.
