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Title
Date Posted
Date Created
Ratings
Votes
Creativity
Form
Imagery
Overall
feeling a bit tipsy you might say
09/16/2003
09/16/2003
This Poem Is Currently Not Rated
i do not exist inside of this.
09/17/2003
09/17/2003
1
Brilliant
Outstanding Flow
Vivid
Memorable
it doesn't work for everybody.
09/19/2003
09/19/2003
This Poem Is Currently Not Rated
it's a disease in itself; a saga of the scattered sorts
09/17/2003
09/16/2003
This Poem Is Currently Not Rated
i wanted to play scrabble once. i don't remember much after that
09/17/2003
09/17/2003
This Poem Is Currently Not Rated
my browns are hashed.
09/19/2003
09/19/2003
This Poem Is Currently Not Rated
sea men drown(s) on nights like these
09/17/2003
09/16/2003
This Poem Is Currently Not Rated
second-hand smoke
10/2/2003
10/01/2003
1
Brilliant
Outstanding Flow
Vivid
Memorable
talking to myself again
09/17/2003
09/16/2003
This Poem Is Currently Not Rated
what you really need is a beer and a friend who doesn't talk
09/18/2003
09/17/2003
This Poem Is Currently Not Rated
who's afraid of the big bad wolf?
09/18/2003
09/18/2003
1
Brilliant
Outstanding Flow
Vivid
Memorable
you are not the muse here. (adult)
09/18/2003
09/18/2003
This Poem Is Currently Not Rated
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