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Rodents
Contributed by
LevyMetal
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Monday, 3rd January 2005 @ 07:43:40 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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24 hours, and who are you?
A soul up for sale, a man in clean clothes.
A shadow of the boy that your family doesnt know.
23 hours, who waits for you?
A school yard on trial, a comfort in hand
The fans all dressed up to riv up the band.
And up goes the rhythm of the bass player
Down goes your world all in flames.
Out goes my life on a silver platter
Zip-locked shut like the heat in my veins.
24567 hours, whats your curfew tonight?
Your parents dont care, but the "X" sure enough can
Ya-yo in your pocket? Hey that isnt cool man!
24,567.2 hours, what time is it now?
A snag on my new shirt, a dude on his ranch
Tubular colors are planting noises in my sandwich.s.
six seven eight...
mother duckin gritty headache
Eight nine ten...
I'd really dig some asprin.
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LevyMetal
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2005-01-03 19:43:40] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Rodents
(User Rating: 1 ) by TaintedSoul on
Monday, 3rd January 2005 @ 07:52:58 PM AEST (User
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Very creative write Levy! Enjoyed the flow here and will be trying to figure this one out for the rest of the night. Perhaps it's lack of sleep ... gotta luv insomnia *groans*
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Re: Rodents
(User Rating: 1 ) by ezrasangel on
Friday, 1st April 2005 @ 11:02:00 PM AEST (User
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Dude I don't get your poem...email me and explain that to me
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Re: Rodents
(User Rating: 1 ) by helzwar007 on
Tuesday, 30th August 2005 @ 09:22:19 PM AEST (User
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this poem reminds me of a runnaway who does drugs... drugs... they ruin people... they are what make those bums on the street called bums... -sa-sa-b00ga-b00ga- |
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