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ieholly

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how literary-ly pretentious of you to make a poetry thread.

here is my haiku:

ode to thrawn

unaided foolish
slick virgins laboring soaked
dazzling barflies glide
 

thrawn

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Wink'a'smooch said:
:mad: You are so lucky you're hot.

WOOO I got one!!

"Two tears in a bucket, motherf**k it" The Lady Chablis :heart:


Was that satisfactory.



NO, IT WAS NOT SATISFACTORY
 
S

SwedishChef

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To me, coming from you,
Friend is a four letter word
End is the only part of the word
That I heard
Call me morbid, or absurd
But to me, coming from you,
Friend is a four letter word

To me, coming from you,
Friend is a four letter word
End is the only part of the word
That I heard
Call me morbid, or absurd,
But to me, coming from you,
Friend is a four letter word

When I go fishing for the words
I am wishing you would say to me
I'm really only praying that
The words you'll soon be saying
Might betray, the way you feel about me

But to me, coming from you,
Friend is a four letter word
 

Pandora

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Atlanta GA!
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The Tiger
William Blake

Tiger, tiger, burning bright,
In the forest of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, and what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
When thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand forged thy dread feet?

What the hammer? What the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dared its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did He smile his work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?

Tiger, tiger, burning bright,
In the forest of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?